The smell of the grass, the trees, the fresh air in my lungs, the blood coursing through my body; that is sweet.
The physical presence of the soil beneath my feet and the sunlight in my eyes, that is true earthly sweet love and nurturing.
Humans aren’t there most of the time for each other anymore-especially when things are going well. Our culture has taken peoples time and minds from earthly awareness so that we are lucky to see each other for one hour a month if that. I’m not going to make myself sick just so people will come running to me, keep me company, and nurture me while I lie there. How is that companionship? I thought people who loved you wanted to share good times with you, not just bad?
The earth and my body are there for me constantly and give to me all the time, even when I’m confident and feeling really happy. The Earth doesn’t abandon me when I’m happy or treat me like a barking dog because I’m a woman that speaks up! I honor and think of the earth all the time in return.
I’m in love with the Earth. That is my sustenance, healing, and love. I guess it will remain so until I’m done here.