The Tantra of Blueberries. The first bite, the hunger, the unstoppable lust for more. There are more, there are many, many, so many blueberries, only for you, and for a second you think that you think no more, what you once thought was you is suddenly gone, like a drop of water in the frying sun, like a drop of sweet sweat falling from your neck down into the green moss, you are nothing, you are everything as you stretch out your hand to reach some more, you wolf them down as have you returned from 40 days in a desert, until you stop, you stop. You sense the blueberries, their willingness to give themselves to you. You stop, you breathe it in, everything, nothing, the leaves, the crawling ants, the tall trees, the color blue. Purple. Dark, almost black, until you squeeze one between your fingers, you lick up every exploding shade of beauty, you give yourself to the juice, the slow song of nectar and roots. The blueberries, the hunger. The unstoppable lust for 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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