Elbows Deeps in Dirt

Earth is the most grounding place I'ver ever known.

*This is an raw and unedited piece that will be included in my forthcoming book, ‘Lifetimes before 9am.’*

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There is something otherworldly about silence when you are used to nothing but noise.

The only sound you can hear is the slight wind that guides you by your back, coaxing you you keep going, keep taking step by step and moving forward through an unknown, yet a familiar you have felt before, like you’ve taken those steps before.

I have never felt more grounded than I do in the desert, the desolation of it. There always seems to be a slight fear that something could go horrible wrong while all knowing I’ve never felt more connected to something bigger than when I’m walking through the dust and inside the crevice of the mountains that surround me.

It’d hard to even call them mountains because they are truly huge formations that tower into the clouds

There is something calming about playing with the Earth.

Elbows deep in dirt and dust, bugs crawling away as your hands caress the the space they were settled into. The smell of Earth fills your nostrils, musty and sweet, at times even the slight scent of death fills my nostrils, decomposition as a reminder that everything that was once lived will someday die.