How do we honor Her?: An ode to Mama Gaia.

Immediately before sitting down to write this, I realized that there is no expectation of how “perfect” this (or anything) has to be.

I knew I needed, wanted, desired to express myself in words in some form; but declaring this as knowledge put a kind of pressure on the whole idea.

It’s no wonder. I mean,

Visiting these lands so heavily protected and influenced by the beauty that inhabits it, as if in perfect community and harmony…

may never have “the perfect” words to describe the feeling.

But when the ancient cacao, 

The same cacao grown for years by the magical hands charged by the elements that touch the land each day,

When it enters my bloodstream for the first time while the songs of a harmonica-like instrument ring through the air and vibrates our cells…

When the land calls to you in such

A 

Precise 

Manner. 

As if you aren’t even listening to anyone at all any more.

Words don’t exist in these moments.

You’re simply listening to the connections.

The vibrations and energy.

It has no being because you are it

And I, too.

I take deep breath back in my comfort zone that is my reclining automatic couch with popcorn being made in our large fully-stocked kitchen with everything we need always available at my fingertips.

And it grounds me.

But no longer in that same way it did before when my sensory body of a meat-suit says “oh yes, we like this.”

It’s morphed and changed in a way that instead has humbled me. Knowing that it is all necessary for this lifetime. Just as the lessons are when we no longer have these comforts. Just as they aren’t necessary for my brothers and sisters and just as impermanent as every tangible thing truly is.

It’s a humble gratifying experience of pure bliss that feels like you are, again - in the same way you were when you first entered this physical realm (primitively) - home in your body. 

Through experiences and conversations alike, I have been learning (and drawn to diving deeper into) about the grounding properties of the sacral and solar plexus chakras…

In doing so, 

I feel my womb again. 

For the first time, I trust that she is there fully protecting me in all of everything that I witness in this weird world.

Man,

Wo-man.

I am so at peace.

Even knowing - for certain that I will be challenged again soon - that these ways of being don’t always come naturally.

And then, I am reminded. 

In the most gentlest of ways

That I am worthy of this version of “perfect”.

And that that word—any word— no longer needs to be it — 

Because I understand so deeply now, that this is a feeling we are all worthy of.

We are love. 

So it is.

Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.