The earth is calling me back. Calling me back to it's roots.
I know it sounds very "new age", but the hippy within me loves it.  I can hear Her calling.
"Let us be silent; we may hear the whisphers of the woods"
Something stirs in me to know that what comes with every grain of sand, every cliff face, every ocean wave, every rolling hill is a story. I'm in awe. Just stop and think about it - every single grain of sand comes with it's own tale. It remembers every footprint that walked its surface. It carries legends of it's journey's with the wind.
"In every outthrust headland, in every curving beach, in every grain of sand there is the story of the earth."

"In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth."
- Genesis 1:1
To live. To see the world. To be awake.
I don't want to just exist here in this lifetime. I want to grab the bull by the horns. I want to get soaked in the rain jumping in puddles. I want to take road trips for no reason other than to marvel at the view. I want to stand at the top of a mountain and spread my arms out wide like a bird. I want to be like Jane and swing the vines with Tarzan. I want to feel it in my core. Feel connected to this place that God created and put me on.
"The earth is what we all have in common."
- Wendell Barry
We all have this unmindful, maybe even an unacquainted relationship to this place we live. Except, the earth is the one thing that we all have in common. But I've realised this big bravado isn't about how we should all hold hands and get along and stop war. No. It means that we're human. And by living on earth we have a natural habit - sin. We don't think twice about it because its natural - just like the seasons and the tide. Sin is our mother instinct. It is the one thing we all have in common. In a way it's kinda how it's meant to be.
And here, in this moment, I feel that I have within me all the dreams of the world. Not just my own dreams but the dreams of EVERYONE - beacuse in one way we are all the same.
I feel full and ready and my mind is alive.
 "Forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair."
 - Kahlil Gibran

"The poetry of earth is never over."
 - John Keats
"Let us be silent that we may hear the whisphers of the gods".
- Ralph Waldo Emerson

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