You are Mother Earth
How do you decipher the messages that come through you. Do you listen with your mind, feeding your fear, or do you listen with your heart, feeding your hope. This question feels more important to me now than ever, because so much of modern life is built around thinking, analysing, measuring, defining, and surviving, and so little of it is built around feeling, remembering, and truly living.
Nature has always been my teacher. In my own small way, through story and through what I create, I try to embody the soul of nature, not as something separate from me, but as something I am a part of. We are not visitors here. We are not observers standing outside of life. We are nature itself. We are the water, we are the fire, we are the rocks, and we are everything that exists in between.
Yet as humans, we have learned to live almost entirely in the intellect. We have built lives focused on existing rather than truly living. We measure, we compare, we analyse, we survive, and somewhere along the way we forget how to feel. We become so focused on the self and on what we are feeling through our emotions that we often lose touch with a deeper question, the question of why we are here, why we feel disconnected, and why something inside us keeps whispering that there is more.
We were never meant to live cut off from the Earth. The Earth is not just a backdrop to our lives or a place we happen to exist on. It is the very thing that keeps us alive. Our true balance, our natural state of harmony, comes from remembering this connection rather than constantly trying to think our way back to ourselves.
At some point, the journey stops being about searching outward and starts becoming about remembering inward. It becomes less about fixing, defining, or diagnosing the self, and more about allowing yourself to return to something older and more honest within you. I do not see what I create as products in the usual sense. I see them as reminders, as invitations to ground, to return to your roots, and to remember the Earth as the one thing that has never stopped holding you.
Regardless of what you create, regardless of who you think you are, we are all fragments of Mother Earth. We are expressions of the same living system, moving through different forms, stories, and seasons. There comes a time when we are invited to stop allowing the diagnosis of the self, the labels, the stories, and the identities, to define who we are, and instead begin to notice what remains when all of that falls quiet.
This is not spoken from avoidance. It is spoken from having lived inside the stories long enough to know when it is time to step back into life. There is a difference between awareness and endlessly circling the self. There is a difference between healing and turning your identity into your wounds. At some point, remembering becomes more powerful than analysing.
To honour the Earth is to honour her beauty, her destruction, and the constant cycle of death, rebirth, and becoming. It is to recognise that change is not something to fear, but something that life itself is made of. When we remember this, something softens inside us, something opens, and something begins to move again.
You are not separate from nature. You are not here to dominate it or escape it. You are here as it. You are part of the same living, breathing system that moves the tides, grows the forests, and reshapes the land over time.
You are Mother Earth.
