Death is imminent. And beautiful. Were you ever embraced by autumn leaves in every color? With a final kiss, they cross the threshold. They fall and they fall, until they rest on the comforting lap of decay. It is beautiful.
I wonder what will happen to my body. I wonder what will happen to my soul. Was I ever here? Did I ever allow myself to be touched by the ground, did I ever lay my face down in the grass, was I ever absorbed by gravity?
So many of my cells are dying as we speak, making room for new cells, new life. I am practically death on two feet, as I am dying and dying. So what do I do with my life? I am a cell in a much larger body. I am a leaf and I am a tree. The universe, in me. Imminent. And beautiful.
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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