I have time. Right now, I have time. Feeling my weight on the chair. This chair was once part of a tree. I have time to recognize the tree. The seed, the earth it grew in. What was once there before the tree. Feeling my weight on the chair. Resting with every unseen detail, every complex reason and consequence. I have time for the chair. I can rest on it. Surrender my body's tension to its smooth surface, find trust that I am held. I am safe. Right now, I am safe. And I have time. Right now, I have time.
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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