…earth…soul…life….

Writing Prompt: Free Association

Write down the first words that comes to mind when we say . . .
. . . home.
. . . soil.
. . . rain.
Use those words in the title of your post.

When I read the word home, I think and see Earth, the planet that is the only home I may ever know in this lifetime. I may speculate on the possibilities of other worlds and visiting them, but at the end of it all, it is only speculation because I may never experience another world. All my memories are here, on this third from the sun rock that travels around that relatively giant star that is a central part of our life. This home is relatively large, yet many of us may never see even a quarter of it. We visit towns and cities and claim we’ve been to the “state” as though we’ve seen every inch of said state. Yet most of us have yet to see even a quarter of the state we currently live in. We are confined to small spaces we travel to and from or reside in. Some have never left even their county and will never leave. All the same, Earth is home.

Soil conjures soul. The soil is the body of the Earth, the flesh, which is the soul of what we walk upon. With every step we take, we are connecting with flesh and soul. That is why it is imperative that we make a practice of walking on the soil barefoot, so we can reconnect and recharge and feel our mother speak to us through her soul vibration. For me, every inch of soil is the carrier for life.

Rain supports soil in creating and maintaining life. So I see rain as life. Not in and of itself, but as a support to everything that exists. One thing cannot exist without the other. So while soil needs rain, rain also needs soil, otherwise, what would rain fall on? Without soil there would be no rain because there would be no foliage. Without rain, soil would solidify into something we cannot begin to imagine, yet virtually lifeless and void of the vibration of vibrant and mobile life.

…home…soil…rain.
…earth…soul…life.

Everything needs in some way. Just as everything is needed.

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