Today is a good day for dying. Today I embrace everything I no longer need. I smile to my past, my stories and my scars, I look at them as friends close to my heart.
Today is a good day for dying. In my life, I dream of expansion and push contraction away. But wouldn't it be easier if both of them were inivited to dance with my reality? They are here anyway. What is here is here, and everything is easier when danced.
Today is a good day for dying. I feel a wave of pain covering me like a bathroom floor full of cockroaches. Being human isn't always pretty. I am human. So I sit with it. Feel the wave. Allow any insect to feast on the rotten remains of my helplessness.
Today is a good day for dying. I choose to let go. Like everything, they say, I shall return to nature. I let go of what they say. I am already nature.
Today is a good day for dying.
This is a calling to slow down and listen. To take a deep breath and explore our personal connection with Mother Earth. The feminine and masculine, the beautiful and dirty, the real, the messy, the sacred. Once it was natural. Today it feels crucial.
For the next 100 Days I will write a book to the Earth. For the Earth. With the Earth. The book, and the journey, is also to you. For you. And with you. Together, we are everything.
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