Princess Gaia's Thanksgiving Dream

Princess Goldie was homeless somewhere within her Gaian ruling reign. She walked lost through this morning's reforesting project, learning to spring back together what had fallen into last night's cold morbidity. Princess Golden was hungry for WinWin rules of nutritional global play. Her tummy rumbled as she saw a WhiteHouse next to a swamp of punishing nettles not quite distant enough for peaceful conservation. She knocked on the WhiteHouse forest floor but no answer so she tried the closed door winning wealthy place yet losing future healthy space for hibernating bears and bulls. Princess Gaia opened what no one had denied. Then tried to break her fast, but the first red bowl was too fundamentally hot, the second, blue, too terrifyingly secular academic theoretical abstractly cold, while the green third, though smaller heard, was ideally cooperative communing just right for immigration. She tried YangBear's hard seat of authority then YinBear's heart seat of extended family responsibilities before breaking BabyBear's imprisonment in loser retributions attributions of autonomous sin, too small for growing winner optimizations restorations of wealthy health. Princess Golden ruled with great nightmarish nappy time chaotic lack of ecotherapeutic resting school, then bilaterally governed within matriarchal complex forest networks of too-soft nurture, then fell asleep just right in beds for polypathic dreams tricameral BabyBear in-between PapaBear and MamaBear speaks within her hibernating open cave harboring WinWin resolutions too hot v cold too hard authority v soft family responsibility too highly egocentric v holonic ecocentric diversity, reversity of reforesting reclimating times, perversity of lack of LeftBrain sleepy time, university of RightBrain healthy story rhyme, Princess Goldie's ego homelessness reforesting Earth-centering nest.