Palms Open

There are times when everything is so loud, so bright, so fast paced and flashing that I can’t focus, I can’t concentrate. So many responsibilities, and people clamoring for my attention, so many worries sitting on top of my chest, so many fears blaring at me from the back of my mind, that peace is elusive and, for all intents and purposes, non-existent.
Then there are the times where I am so in tune with everything, I can stop, kneel to the earth, place my palm on the dirt, and feel her heartbeat. For a moment, less than that, a split moment, I can sense it all, see everything, from the tiniest subatomic particle to the largest supercluster, and for that half-breath, it’s all there, and I feel complete.
It doesn’t last, of course, but it has been increasing in frequency. I’ve been working to reconcile my existence with what I see as injustice, whether it be against other humans, other living creatures, or the earth herself. The more I work it out in my mind, and offload the excess to my heart to sort through, the more I’m coming to understand.
I don’t know where this is going, but I welcome it.
May the Goddess bless you.