It is time for a careful whisper, a silent song meant for your ears. Don't give up, it says. Don't give up. The world needs to hear what your heart has to say. The trees need it. The sun needs it. I need it. We feel your pain. Believe me, we feel your pain. Everything you feel, we feel, too. You are not alone. There is so many of us now, so many friends right here, behind you, around you. We want to hold the space for you, a living circle of natural healing and pure love, but you have to let us in first. You have to take the chance, take a leap of faith and trust that we are here. We are here. We have all doubted. And we have all taken the chance anyway. We do, every day. So, my friend, don't give up. Let us meet and sing, and together we follow the melody through the darkest night. The light is here. Don't give up. Don't give up. Don't give up.
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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