There you go. After all this time you are starting to feel me. Step, step, step.
Drop your heart into your feet. Feel with that. I roll under you. You cover the ground. Feel me as you move over me. To use a human analogy, like a rolling movie screen as things pass by under you. But I am not a movie. I am alive, I am skin, I rise you meet you. With each step, I give as your weight comes down to meet me. You give as I rise up to meet you. It is a lover’s embrace, it is touch, it is feeling. Walking is a form of feeling, a form of knowing, a form of intimacy.
I move under you as you move forward. You lose me behind you, even as I arrive beneath your next step. Feel me moving out in every direction. Out across the fields, dipping down into the waterways, sliding under the woods.
Out on the marshes, you walked and walked and walked. Sometimes, just occasionally you felt me. I always felt you. Just occasionally you weren’t in the abstract space of your head. I was always holding your feet.
You asked how the land could teach you again. I am the land. And lesson one. Learn to walk on me. Feel me. Be on me. And know me in your body, with your feeling, not your thought.
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