The Land Listens
I was alone as I spoke out into the wind. I felt childish and a bit strange. This is new for me. Giving thanks and showing appreciation for something I do not understand. But the land listens. So I give honor to this place. In this space. To the people who walked here before me. I feel my feet sink deep into the earth. Like something pulling me. I am here. In the moment. The land listens. If we pause to speak. Today, I spoke to the land.
