i feel very close, to all iterations of (my)self, when my feet are caked with earth and sap. when my arms and legs are bruised and scraped, with a hundred different shades of sun on them. hair salty and full of tangles, bits of bramble and lichen.
all signs of how closely i am living with my body, and the world around us. i have always been sensitive, deeply touched. tangibly impacted. receiving the very physical love of the earth. this is the most me.
my body, as all the lucky ones do, has changed and grown and shifted and stretched over the years. there have been times i struggled to recognize myself. but to look down, and see the imperfections, blisters, bruises, scar tissue. to see how i continue to allow myself to be touched in this way, throughout my whole life, held in this way. molded. loved. i am whole.
