Here I sit, located in time.
Fingertips brushing the stone beneath me as I contemplate the mountain of which they are a part. Of which I am a part.
The stones beneath me hold within their bodies the memory of Earth.
Of her passing cycles and her transformations.
Of her creations and her destructions.
This week I am a little late writing this.
Primarily because of its topic but also because a deep magic is at play.
A week or so ago my sister asked me a profound question.
And I answered it perhaps a bit too quickly.
A bit too tritely.
So I have been contemplating it ever since.
She asked me
“Gen – who is the beloved?”
Harmony: the quality of forming a pleasing and consistent whole
This is one of the dictionary definitions of harmony.
The word that jumped out to me was ‘pleasing’.
This week I have been extremely busy with clients before I jump on a plane and head to the US for a few weeks of work. At times, my days have felt chaotic, overwhelming and crazy yet they were in harmony.
Why?
Because they were ‘pleasing’ to me.
‘Ecosystem’ is one of my favourite words.
The etymology of the word ‘eco’ comes from the Greek oikos, meaning ‘home’.
Home is where our family reside.
And family can and do take many forms.