If you’ve been crying to the moon just like me, then you may understand this feeling.
There were moments when I found myself speaking to the trees, whispering things to the wind, or sending wishes into the sea.. and each time, it felt as if the earth had already heard me. And I know this because I’ve lived it, and i’m still living it, even as I write this.
For the past four years, I’ve been finding my way back to myself letting nature guide me along the way. During this process, I’ve learned that Mother Earth is never passive. She listens. She responds. She heals. And when I speak to her, she doesn’t only answer, she always creates with me.
Every word that I speak to her feels like a seed planted somewhere I can’t see or name yet. Some people call this magic. And maybe it is, I like to believe so.
And so I’ve been:
telling the trees what I want
telling the moon where it hurts
telling the water where I’m ready to flow
telling the earth beneath me how in tune I feel when I ground
Then I trust that what I’ve spoken will move through the unseen and find its way back to me.
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