Where does life start? Where does it end? I look at the sea and ask myself of my origins. Who was I before I became me? The waves are never the same and always in motion. Like heartbeats in my ever-changing body, they reach out for the shore and think they are finished, just to return to a much greater experience. How does it feel like to be everything? Had I only known myself as the sea, I would constantly long for the rugged life of a wave. No matter how short or long, no matter if children are playing in me on calm summer day or the wild rain and the wind are tearing me apart in a cold November storm. Where does a wave start? Where does it end? I descend to the depths, to the dark, abysmal fields where I drink life from the source that gives it. I look at the sea. I came from the sea. I am the sea.
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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(Photo: Flickr/CC/Tony Hisgett)