What a strange thought to believe in, this, to look at nature over there and me, myself, over here. What an intricate web of restraining ideas, a catastrophic mistake that keeps us falling, when the truth is here, the truth is we are all here. Now. What is truth, what is truth, who cares what truth is when our Mother, the Earth, is waiting for us to return to love?
What a strange world to live in. What a strange life to live. Even when the old ideas are nothing but faint memories, we human beings still hold on, knuckles white and grinding teeth. Why this blatant fear, why resist, why resist, why resist when a wave is a wave that will not break?
My Mother, My Mother, why have I forsaken You? With the bones of my chest ripped wide open, I lay down to rest at your feet. Take me, hold me, please forgive me. Take me, hold me, please forgive me.
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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