The Earth doesn’t ‘want’ for this tree to survive, for whether it grows upwards or dissolves into her, the tree is the earth. She doesn’t want or wish the conditions of herself to be different to what they are - she evolves in surrender, reincarnating into her shifted timelines with grace. Her drama is a creative expression - whether ice or fire, she has no preference - she is it all.
I am grateful for my hands. There is magic flowing through them.
I am grateful for my feet. They take me everywhere I wish to go.
I am grateful for my heart. I know it beats in harmony with the heart of the Universe. I listen with my ears just below the surface while I submerge my consciousness in the still water of the bathtub. It bellows in a rhythmic chant that tranquillises mental noise.