Day 58 - 100 Days #FortheEarth

My boy. I wonder what the world looks like when he's my age. When he's an old man. If he gets to be an old man. I choose trust over fear. Heart over mind. I trust him. His heart. His reasons for being here, for which I am on my knees, praying to be of service. I don't know. Oh, how lucky I am to not know. Oh, how lucky I am. He is here. We are here. I choose trust, and our life, our mutual movement, our timeless moment, opens up.


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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Love, Åsmund.