To the drumbeat of the earth. I felt it in my feet, and then I heard it in my heart.  

Muladhara, Muladhara, Muladhara.  

'...the macrocosm is the microcosm...', Carl Jung, Sychronicity, p.76. 

Suddenly we all have this time to go hOMe, to ourselves, and everything that truly matters. It is this time to go home to who we really are. 

We are a little less concrete, a little less noise, a little more family, a little more friends that feel like family, and a lot more green, green grass. The green grass has been growing up through the concrete, trying to get our attention, for a very long time now.  

It is time to realize, way down deep in the root. We are the green, green grass. 

We root down so that we can rise up with the most powerful of all gifts—certainty.   And I am certain now that love comes first.  

                                                           One Love.  

To all that is native, wild, and free. To honor this time and listen to our sacred and collective humanity. May we let that drumbeat in so deeply, that it becomes us, that we realize it IS us, and may we never let it be put asunder.  

To the truth, to ground, we belong here, at this time, right now, on this dirt, it is ours.

Muladhara, Muladhara, Muladhara

You are my drumbeat.  

Namaste,  

-S