from air to earth and back again

I thought I was a creature of air, of fire. A spark, an inspiration, LIFE.

Moving; always.

Seeing; drifting; exploring.

And then I slowly crashed and penetrated the upper crust of Her body, and I became Earth. It was hard, it was sad.

I thought I’d be dense forever.

But instead I was taught to feel. To embody. To remember everything I had already lived through, so daintily above the surface.

I drank in my own experiences, I digested them, and they spread around the cells of my body and lived in the bedrooms of my family.

And then I accepted. I was Earth now, and that was good. I became more skillful, cautious, efficient.

And then I looked up. And the sky was blue. And the clouds were puffed. And the Sun was so golden.

So, so GOLDEN.

And I remembered a time where I was water. And Her water poured from me, from my most intimate centre.

And when I looked up again, I was back home.

In the wind, in the air.

I could see again, but this time, I could feel too.