I am the living earth, akin to fertile soil teeming with the promise of new life and burgeoning growth. With each step, I sense the earth's texture beneath my feet, its crunch a testament to the vitality of the land. Ascending, distancing myself from the throngs below, I feel an unfolding within me, an expansion that soon will have my arms outstretched, embracing the unity of all things.
In a moment of clarity, as I open my eyes, the world softens around the edges, while the cacti and stones near me snap into a vivid, almost three-dimensional focus. Time slows, and I savor each sound with a newfound appreciation, observing the world with a heightened sense of detail. The aged cacti beckoned me to draw nearer, to inspect them more intimately, as if inviting my curiosity. The Ocotillo calls to me, its transformation from green to brown, and now to black, a display of nature's relentless march. Its weathered skin mirrors the new lines etched into my face, a departure from the smoothness of youth. Yet, observing the Ocotillo's majestic presence, I see no trace of worry or doubt; it simply exists in its splendor. I ponder the countless birds that may have perched upon its spiny branches, the blooms at its tips that have nourished numerous insects and birds. The Ocotillo has embraced the entirety of its existence. To be free from the constraints that compel us to hide, that limit our essence. To release the restraints stifling life's wonder, awe, and enchantment. This is to live fully, as the Ocotillo does, in the fullness of being.
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So elegantly written ❤️❤️❤️ you are a beautiful artist - creating your NOW🥰 thank you!!