Walking down the streets of Hannover today, I couldn't help myself from loving it to pieces. My feet hurting from all the asphalt, German cars racing wherever I turned, people shopping and eating and sweating like there's no tomorrow, noise and noise and so loud noise, the beer flowing, the punks shouting, the ambulances wailing and the Japanese tourists giggling as they gather up close and wave into the recording camera of a smartphone. I walked through shopping malls and crowded streets, smiling, as I plunged into a spectacle I rarely pursue. My body yearns for a more quiet life, for more sun and sea and dirty fingers from all the soil. Hesitant at first, it gradually trusts me to provide what it needs. It's not easy to slow down, when all you've done is run. And yet, I consider my body a newfound friend. We're learning to like eachother, him and I. And so, walking down the streets of Hannover today, it's hard not to love everything to pieces. Even the shopping malls and the noise and the sweaty people. They are what they are. It's fine. As I am what I am. Excactly the same and totally different. What's not to love about that?
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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