How long does it take the Earth to give birth to a mountain? The rumbling and grinding of rock upon rock, pushing in a skyward direction, while at the same time pushing back towards the center. The way that each mountain grows uniquely and slowly, all so that the Earth may again find contact with the Sun and the Moon, other heavenly bodies. All so the Sun and Moon can rise and then fall. A returning.
From the moment we come into the world it is good to find the space to be cradled. Held as our bodies give motion to our oldest feelings. The oceans and rivers that flow inside of each of us and sing us to sleep with the gentle sound of air curling into a seashell. Maybe our hearts are the shells that know how to sing our truest songs?
Following the voices backwards through time. Weaving a story that travels through and with your bodies. The voices of the past and mostly of shared blood carry you forward, out of the deep sleep of the forest and towards the night sky. Let yourself be cradled, as you were in birth, one tiny but important piece of the love and hurt, that is the birthright of us all. These will provide you a line, so that wherever you are, you will always know the way home.
The anticipation leads the way or takes the backseat. You will go this way or you will not. Your hands will rise over your head or remain by your sides. What is that tugging at your sleeve and spinning you around? Do you know where you are, who I am? Who are you?
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