If He is in the rocks, and She is in the rivers
She fills with life every new, tiny sprout
And He dwells in that soil in which great roots gather strength
She is not hindered by gravity, she is the spring that fuels the tallest of trees
He is sturdy
She is wise
They are intertwined
They are connected
Together,
They are whole.
I met her hours later. She entered into my life after a struggle and a deep sleep.
When she was born, she became my equal.
When she was born, her influence blanketed my world in another layer of powerful divinity.
This relationship to the earth, to Her, to the generations before me, all arrived at the moment she entered the world through a wound.
I met her as she was wheeled through the door on a trolley, swaddled neatly.
She was perfect. She is perfect.
Happy Birthday M.A.H.
It is difficult to describe whats really going on here on The Culture of Being. I guess, in short, I just want somewhere to be without feeling overwhelmed by expectations, possible judgement from others, judgment of myself, and hopefully find some answers to questions that I have been seeking answers to for what feel like years..well, it has been years.
I have been searching for purpose, for happiness, for confidence, for understanding in this great life I have been given. The only thing I know about my eternal soul is that being makes me happy.
Forests are for growth.
Forests are green. Green is calm. Green is a rebirth.
My Mother resides in the forests.
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