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In the Sacred Valley of Cusco, I meet Doña Julia, a 67-year-old pampamisayoc (earth keeper). Her hands, cracked like dry riverbeds, carefully arrange three perfect coca leaves on a woven cloth. "You cannot take from her without giving back," she says, not looking up. "If you pull a stone, you leave a drop of your sweat. If you harvest the corn, you pour chicha (corn beer) onto the soil." In the Sacred Valley of Cusco, I meet

The ritual is called Pago a la Tierra (Payment to the Earth). On the first of August—the start of the agricultural cycle in the southern hemisphere—entire communities gather. They dig a small hole, a mouth for the Mother. Into it, they place offerings: ch'uspas (small bags of fat), chancaca (unrefined sugar), seashells from a coast they may never see, and coca leaves blessed by a shaman. Wine is poured. The earth drinks.

But the Mother is patient.

When you treat the soil as a bank account, you get monocultures and dead zones. When you treat it as a grandmother, you rotate your crops, you leave a corner of the field wild for the spirits, and you say thank you before you eat.