[ WP ] Mother Nature assumes her bodily form and takes a one year trip around the world . Share an entry from her journal .

Day 1: 
 
 And from the ether, I assume my form. 
 
 Before this, I was self-less, only vaguely aware through nebulous clouds of connections of the honor for which I have been chosen, and the potential for terror. I have never known terror. And I have never known love. 
 
 One can not be a Mother without having known both. 
 
 So I assume my form now, and enter the tangible. I've one year to experience the planet I will one day govern, should I prove successful. I must learn of this love, of this fear, so I may inflict both upon the world. 
 
 The old Mother is growing tired; the world I am entering seems shriveled and frosted as she loses her grasp on her year of experience. Another presence, bright, shining, and green, is prepared to take over as she delivers of the life that has quickened within her over the past year. 
 
 Next year, that presence will be me, and I will assume my role as the Year Mother. 
 
 There is a fluttering that spreads from my chest to my new knees. Excitement? Trepidation? At the end of this year, I will hopefully know. 

