The earth speaks to us through our bodies and our psyches. She often cries and many of us feel her tears and see her pain. Recognizing her voice is perception. I experience it as a force of nature, entering me like light. In other moments, I feel as if Mercury has delivered a handwritten message from Gaia, signed by all the relations. Their signatures are patterns in snow, or squawks and screeches, or abstract forms shifting into patterns and symbols, a sense of the sacred. In those moments, it feels as if the earth is calling for me to awaken. The Earth calls continually. She calls us with beauty, sometimes truly breathtaking, sometimes heart wrenching, and always provocative and visceral. We are embedded in a multi-dimensional web of beauty. It is where we are now. We are also at the interface between an objectified world and post modern relativism, between a kind of cultural arrogance and unified traditions. Matthew Fox calls it an "age of weddings" Martha Heyneman refers to this era as a "moment of grace" in which great transformations may occur. The moment calls for the reperceiving of our Earth, for perceiving the myriad and magical relations that may inform an ecological ethic. If we are receptive to the ways in which the landscape speaks to us, or the ways in which perception serves as a channel for communion, we may reawaken and preserve a sense of human integrity within the family of all relations.