Earth reminds me to honor my cycles. She holds me close when I cry, to unravel and allow my fears to disintegrate under the soil.
It's okay to change. It's perfectly normal to want connection. We are wired for it. And we are resilient enough to obtain it. This is how the healing starts.
I can rest here knowing that when I die, she'll take care of me. My body won't be wasted, providing everything she needs. She fought for me, for us.
When will we realize that she's dying? Slowly, but surely, she's losing momentum, her creative energy. Who will we turn to when she's gone?
YOU ARE READING
The Soul Garden
Poesía"When rain falls, hope rises." I created a space for me to grow in. A respite for transformation 🌳✨️
