Coming Home

The ones who came before us, they knew.
They didn’t need to be taught how to connect to the land or the sea.
They were the land. They were the sea.

They didn’t reach for phones or people to fill the emptiness.
They reached for the Earth, and the Earth reached back.

The Earth was their breath, their pause, their reminder.

Somewhere in our bones, we still carry this knowing.
But we forget. Oh, how often we forget.

And in forgetting, we give our energy away.
We pour it into phones, into people who show us they cannot hold it or don’t want to.
We give it to places that drain us, and to thoughts that spiral.

And then we ask ourselves, why?

Maybe it's because we are unregulated.
Maybe, somewhere deep down, we still believe we need to earn love.
Or maybe, we’ve simply drifted too far from the Earth.

Because she has never asked us to earn anything.
She simply receives us as we are.

We call all this evolution but what are we really evolving into?

Yes, we can think for ourselves now. We have a choice.

But with all that freedom comes so much noise.
And all that thinking comes at a cost.
It’s energy spent in places our soul never agreed to.

Sometimes I wonder, is this truly progress?
Or are we just getting better at forgetting who we are?

Maybe real evolution isn’t about moving forward in a straight line.
Maybe it’s a spiral, drawing us back.

Back to the soil.
Back to stillness.
Back to self.

Let the Earth be your God. Let her be your therapist, your mirror, your true north.

Because coming home to yourself is,
and always has been,
coming home to the Earth.

Not all messages need to be spoken.
Some are just meant to be seen.

Felt.
Held.
Known.