Some musings on what it must feel like to be the earth massaged by the ocean.
While I was having a gorgeous massage the other day.
It felt like I was the shore and my masseurs hands were like waves rolling over it. pummeling it gently.
And I started thinking about how that must feel to be the shore.
I wondered what it might feel like to be the ocean floor in the different depths of water.
Or the feeling of the rivers flowing over the body of the earth. what must that be like?
And then the other ways in which we massage the earth,
from our gentle breath to the howling gales.
Our own footsteps and that of all the other little beings, passing over her surface.
It was just a lovely to imagine each perspective,
just to sit in muse.
Thinking about how we touched the earth.
In each moment,
All those caresses.
Those strokes.
And sadly,
all the violations.