Do you remember? A careful hymn or a wild wind, another pulse hidden in your chest. Do you remember what it means to be human? What it means to be you?
We women, we men, we forget. A condition we mistake for truth. For so long have we forgotten so much. Yes, it hurts. Yes, it hurts. Yes, there is a unique sort of beauty to it.
There is a promise in the air. Where in your body do you feel it? Do not mistake it for hope. Even in the coldest, most freezing part of winter, we know for certain spring will come. Spring will come because it is winter. Do you remember? Do not mistake this promise for hope. Abandon all hope and go outside. The birds are awake. The world is green and bright and filled of light. I promise you, you will not be alone. Come outside, my friend. Come. Remember.
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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