If The Soil Could Talk

If the soil could talk, what would it have to say about the type of built environment that it would wish to have emerge from it? What types of structures would it wish for humans to bring into form? Would it approve of the massive concrete buildings sitting on it, the infrastructure laid over it, separating it even further from the millions of rubber soles already walking over it?

If the soil could talk, I imagine it would say something along these lines:

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I want something to grow from me, such that I could play my role

in nurturing that growth upwards and outwards into the light.

I much prefer this over the way you build on top of me

and create artificial barriers of concrete foundations.

It’s crushing, and it’s difficult to breathe.

I know you’re doing your best

with the culture you’ve inherited.

For this moment,

could we imagine together what a new foundation might look and feel like?

One that’s in a relationship of collaboration and generosity?

One of inspiration, where we breathe together.

I give to you, you receive.

You give to me, I receive.

And so on and so forth.

That’s how I’m made to build,

in symbiotic relationship,

where the mutualisms fuel one another,

where we take care of one another -

as family.

Because then, with those values set as the foundation,

what we’re able to create together

has the potential to give rise to new worlds we can’t even imagine now;

Where we let our kids teach us,

and we serve them and their essence.

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I see that you see me now.

As you come into your essence,

you understand we’re the same.

You know now what that word ‘health’ really means,

and that your health depends on mine.

I’m re-building myself underground,

waking up my stiff legs, replenishing my system with nutrients,

rehydrating my cells, re-enlivening my cardio-vascular system,

re-balancing my nervous system.

The color of aliveness is gradually returning to my face.

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I’m gathering my strength,

so I could fulfill my role in helping to germinate your seed.

You’ve been resting so quietly and beautifully in the dark soil,

letting your time come.

Allowing the being to come into being.

I live for the day that I get to enjoy the bliss of witnessing you

emerge from the surface -

the first bud!

I never really know what it’s going to look like,

yet the surprise never lets me down.

My heart trembles just seeing your beauty come into vision.

Each time anew.

Each time a new

shape, color palette, texture, quality.

Each time more awe-inspiring,

as you learn to use your skills and tools

to re-create and re-invent yourself.

Compound interest of beauty approaching infinity.

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I’m gathering my strength,

enough so I could infuse your seed with my electric charge,

to transmit that impulse that whispers to you:

“Grow. Rise up. Show that first sweet bud. It’s time! They’re all waiting for you!”

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