This is Earth, sell your house. Go on, do it. Just see it through. How will any change ever truly come about if you don’t sell your house? There are many thoughts inside your head that are not true.
This is Earth. Give away all that you own. Don’t be afraid, just begin. The rest will take care of itself. How can you ever breathe the true breath of the world – drawn way up under your collarbones – if you don’t give away all you own?
This is Earth. Release all that is expected of you. Forget everything they want you to be. Close your eyes and make the brave discovery. Do not let the noise of the world drown out the voice inside you, the voice that is to be held by you, above all the other voices, whose speech only you can understand.
This is Earth. Know what is home to you. It might be someone’s face held in your hands, or the music of waves crashing. Keep your path, and the feeling of home, close.
This is Earth. Do you know what you must do? Only surrender to the door through which you must go.
Down on my knees cutting kindling in the cold still air, I don’t just think I’m the luckiest man who ever passed this way – I know I am.
It doesn’t matter where, or when, you live. It only matters that your heart stays open, that your heart can be your home, so that regardless of external conditions, you have a safe harbor at the other side of the passing storm. You have a place to return to, a place that is yours and yours alone. A place you can carry with you wherever you roam, as you walk, run, marvel and weep through the wide wild world.
It doesn’t matter what colors the painter chose for the picture. It’s how you see them.
As is so often the case, it was only me at my own side, constant companion.
Eyes on the next bend in the road, waving mosquitoes away unsuccessfully, rounded stones half-buried in the ground pushing at my feet through the soles of my shoes.
The light softens now.
Cloud-shadows of evening begin to lick the hills and valleys, entreating this corner of the world not to sleep.
Instead, these children of the stars implore us to burn candles, and pay attention far into the night.