I just want to be normal. A young man in his best years, climbing up ladders and receiving paychecks. Looking at his bank account with ease, with full confidence in his savings and his pension fund and his investments, knowing how much the value of his apartment has increased since the last renovation. I just want to be normal. Go to work, do my thing, be sent to a 2-day seminar on more efficient methods, talk about the latest shows on tv in the lunch break. Not worry about industrial food and pesticides and sugar intake. Worry about my girlfriend's eagerness to have me express my emotions. Worry about how I can make her tolerate yet another long weekend to Barcelona with my mates. I just want to be normal. Be a responsible citizen. Vote. Discuss politics. Pay my taxes. Send some money every time there's an earthquake or a tsunami somewhere else. Shake my head a lot. I just want to be normal. A normal, young man. A normal human being.
And then there is this screaming, ravaging madness inside of me,
this shattering insanity, this wild, raw cry from the deepest and darkest hollows of my trembling body. It is as clear a NO as a NO can be, it is a pubertal, revolutionary sound, a refusal, a rejection, a defiance of every artificial restrictive normality ever thought of in the history of mankind.
But it is also a YES.
A beautiful, expanding YES.
An inclusive, patient, loving YES.
A YES from my heart. From the heart of the earth.
And the music when the two slowly fall into the same, divine rythm.
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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