Yes, we have been laughed at. Yes, we have learned to suppress. Yes, we are wounded. But I am here to tell you this: You were always right. What you felt burning inside of you, the itch, the longing, the river pushing on—it is excactly what you are here for. What you think of as your weak spot is what the world yearns to taste, it is what we need. We want you, every living part of you, we love you, we tremendously need you to show us who you are. Who you always were. Because you were always right. And you are not alone.
I often feel alone. But I am not alone. We are many, so many people who, right at this very moment, stand next to eachother in an ever-expanding circle. We have room for you. We have room for everyone who wants to step forward and take their birthright, their own place. We do not expect you to be perfect. We expect you to be you. Perfectly strange and strangely perfect, a human with a story, a life, a childhood, a series of broken dreams and bleeding knees. A human with a desire to not only live a life, but even more to be alive. Our circle holds all shame, all stumbling moments of insecurity and triggered bodies of pain, we hold you as we are all being held. We are in this circle because we choose to be fully human. Together. This is what we ask from you, too, no less and no more.
And then, together, we wait. We turn to silence, the knowing space between us. We know that we do not know and so we trust the larger body, the larger heart. And then, together, we act.
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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