Today I am grateful for the sweet raspberries. I am grateful for good sleep and the privilege of waking up safely. I bow to my whole family with whom I share the space on this planet. Everything connected to everything else, every intrinsic detail I depend on to take another breath. I am grateful for my great-grandfather, the man who depressed and tired left everything behind to lay down and die in the forest. As he was waiting for life to pour out of him, he could suddenly listen. He first heard the wind playing with the aspen leaves. Then he heard the birds. Laying on the ground, he found himself so filled up and supported by nature around him and inside of him that he chose life. Or life chose him.
I am grateful for every moment I can let go of what I know and be alive. Carried. Filled. Supported. I am grateful for being here, for every breath, every aspen leaf. For every smile. And for every sweet, red berry melting in my mouth.
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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