Do we all have to become trehuggers now? What kind of world would we get if everyone would just walk around loving eachother? Come on, do you really believe in that stuff? Seriously, how do you expect to make a living like that? So, who do you presume are going to make the wheels go around? Is the butter going to spread itself on your toast? You know we can't feed the hungry children of the world with organic ideologies and good intentions. Don't you know? When are you going to engage with the real society, why don't you get into politics or something? And all this sticky talk about love, please. Love this and love that, how is love ever going to make our economy grow?
It's funny how words like these would find their way underneath my skin, where they would burn like acid and leave ugly marks of doubt and insecurity. Again and again, they would convince me to refuse what I felt inside as nonsense, as silly dreams and something I needed to grow up from. To get myself together.
I'm not saying I can't feel the pain. I do get insecure and filled with doubt, more often than not. I struggle daily with making ends meet, with my conscience for the impact of my choices on my family. I know this old, dualistic world of scarcity and fear is coming to an end, but here we are, confused, bewildered, disillusioned.
And yet, I don't feel like I have a choice. Feel the pain, yes. Bear witness to it. Sit. Grief. Cry. Heal. But then, even stronger, to say yes. To break my ribs apart and, as gently as a shaking hand allows, to take my heart out. To go out into the world, naked and bleeding, and say, as loud as I can, that what you feel inside is right. What you feel inside is true, it was always true and it will for ever be true. And, perhaps most importantly, what you feel inside is what the world needs. It needs you to find enough trust in what you know to be true to take a small step, and then another, into the unknown. There you will get to know more. Feel more. Live more. And the world will, too.
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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