To take a small step towards you. Then another. To come close, to meet you in a warm embrace. To feel trust as a series of tiny acts, to discover trust in your breath as it slows down in a deep conversation with mine. Your hair over my closed eyes, your body resting in my arms. My body resting in yours. The only space left between us is filled with trust, more and more trust, back and forth as a pulse, as night and day and night and day, as a gentle reminder to who we were and who we are and what we once were made of. Movement, constantly in motion, we observe contraction and expansion as our earthly selves fall back into the closeness we so intimately know. Moment by moment, as my hand slides down from your shoulders into the comforting arc of your back, our mutual trust opens us up to a larger field, a humm from below, a sweet song from above. As we find ourselves carefully swaying from side to side, we trust and we trust and we trust even more the place in the middle, the everlasting second and the deep, deep relief in holding and being held. A small step. A warm embrace. A familiar feeling of trust.
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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