The 7-Day BodySoul Writing Journey
Take a moment. Grab a cup of tea while you’re at it.
Close your eyes and become aware of the world within…
Picture yourself, outside in the middle of a vast field. Sky and earth kiss at the horizon. The first fireflies of summer zig-zag a glowy spiral around your head. The air is soft, slightly damp…It tastes of the earth after the rain, heavy and pregnant with life.
Feel yourself sinking into the ground, flapping your arms out to make your version of an angel in the grass. Feel the grass part and flatten against the weight of your flesh.
You gaze up into the darkening sky…squint your eyes to make out the twinkling galaxies that crest out from the firmament.
Here, on your bed of mud and earthworms, you are undoubtedly a creature of the seasons…those of the vast and temperamental Earth, and those of the unnumbered star systems that flow out into infinity.
You yourself are the glowing bridge between “here” and “there,” between infinity and the ever-fleeting moments that we bottle like fireflies in a jar.
Feel your chest rise up and down with each inhale…each exhale.
In this place, you are LifeDeath. CreationVoid. VisionBecoming. BodySoul.