A woman who was there shared that she grew up in Germany, and was raised on the fairy tales of the Brothers Grimm. She said she was frightened of the forest, frightened of trees, frightened of being alone in nature. I sit with that tonight, with how we are each raised differently, and find comfort in different ways. I love the desert, but I also love and need water and trees. I nourish on the ocean, rivers and lakes.
Today I listened to a woman singing at the Farmer's Market. One song she sang was Norwegian Wood. I am 25% Norwegian, and today, I could feel myself as tree. Norwegian wood, and German, English, and Scottish too.
What memories come to you?
Lean back into times when you felt safe, when you felt free, when you felt the joy of oneness in being awake.
What stirs in you now? What dreams? What wakes?
