Bone remembering mountain. Blood remembering iron. Breath and air flowing through a body made of weathered stars and soil.
Before meaning there is placement. Before comfort, there is gravity. Mother Earth does not ask if you trust her. The Earth does not need your surrender. She will be, whether you hover or land.
This is not the mother who soothes. This is the one who says: There is a place where you meet something.
And your body, long before memory, long before story, learns to measure itself against her.
This is not an awareness that is given, it is an orientation held until your body recognizes it.
Until your body remembers: You are not standing on Earth.
