It began with a typo:
s-o-u-l instead of soil. Then
I realized that A) it was not a
beginning but a continuation, and
that B) the typo itself wasn’t an error
but rather the bare naked spotlight of truth.
However we variously describe it from moment to moment, soul has one constant: it is the soil, the grounding place, the rich humus of
our being.
It animates the body,
inspires creativity,
incites insight,
calibrates serenity.
We can water the soil of soul daily. Meditation. Prayers or mantras. Greeting
the breeze. A visual taking-in of beauty. A helping hand – offered or received.
Sitting on the land. Writing out the heart. A closed-eyes.bask.in.sunlight.
Hands planted in mud.
These offer sustenance so that we may thrive.
Soil is soul; soul is soil. It’s just like the puzzles I worked
as a girl: changing one word to another via a series of single-letter
alterations, each permutation its own entity along the path to the new word.
So too, “soil to soul” and “soul to soil” are each just a step away from the other: nourishing, enriching, enlivening.
So too, “soil to soul” and “soul to soil” are each just a step away from the other: nourishing, enriching, enlivening.
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