I am a seedling. Naked and vulnerable I stretch my body out for the first time. I carry inside of me the possibility of the greatest of forests, although right now I will break at the slightest mistrust. That is why I need you. I need you to see me for what I am. And for what I will become. To protect me and care for me, to stand your ground and hold the space for me, but most of all to show up and witness how I evolve. When the time is there, I will share with you my fruits, when the time is there we will grow together. Now is the time for patience and love. Anything else, you know, will kill me. There is no fruit, there is no tree, there is no shadow in which your body can rest in. There is only an unspoken promise, a faint whisper, noticeable only if you let the memory of your own unfolding show you the way. Patience and love. Patience and love. Can you feel the promise, can you hear the whisper? Can you trust me for one moment more?
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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