It was raining today, at the flea market. Lean, my youngest boy, used his money to buy popcorn, while Elia got himself a hot dog. We found a dry spot and a pallet to sit on. Snuggled up to keep warm, we sat there for maybe 20 minutes, maybe more. We didn't say much. Lean offered me some popcorn. Elia came a little bit closer. We watched people search for cutlery and tables, old people, poor people, the couple with the Jaguar, a single mother with two kids in tow. A Polish guy with his pregnant wife. Our landlady sent him to fix our bathroom once. Now he smiled at us and we smiled back. And then life went on happening, right in front of our eyes. We happened to be sitting on a pallet, in cover from the rain, eating popcorn and a hot dog. Not much else. No great epiphanies or alien space ships. No enlightenment. No explosions. But it was some of the best 20 minutes, or maybe more, I've ever had.
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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