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.