There is so much confusion. So much fear, terror, panic. Cities are burning, planes are falling, children are dying. When I watch the news I feel so helpless, like a little boy awake at night, searching for my mother. Alone. I feel alone and lost and disconnected. And I worry. How will this go? Why are we here? Who are these people crying out for war, war and more war and why, why do they never stop?
And the river is still there. The trees leaning with their heavy branches over the water. I breathe, I reluctantly turn to my steady breath. If I give it the time and support it needs – what does my body say?
I know what I need to be peace. So I start with myself. I breathe. My bare feet find their way to the ground. Of all the reasons, I seek towards the feminine first, towards my mother, the earth, for I know the part of me that is her will always give me the wisdom my actions so direly need. My hands touch the grass and I breathe her in. I listen. That is what I do, my first bold move. I listen.
Dear river, dear fear. Come together tonight, for I carry you both in my heart. I look at my own war and I hold my helpless self. As I breathe and breathe and show up for the life inside of me, I open my eyes and I see all my relations. My family. My home. And the river is still there.
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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