My First Time On Earth
Well hello there lovelies. I’m here with something a little different for the blog this week. Instead of a traditional post, I felt called to share a channeled creative piece that arrived during a moment of deep presence and reflection. (I was actually on the toilet, no joke, but isn’t that when inspiration strikes most often?! Just me? coolcoolcool) It came through in one sitting (HA!), almost like a memory I didn’t know I had, and felt like it was meant to be shared just as it is—raw, playful, curious, and very much alive. As always, take what resonates and leave the rest. May it meet you exactly where you are, and maybe even remind you of where you’ve always been.
If listening to things like this with some natural visuals is more your speed, you can do so here with the written version below. Enjoy :)
This is a piece called, “My First Time on Earth”.
“This is my first time on Earth!” I tell the barista as she hands me my matcha latte with oat milk and honey.
“…yeah?” She replies in a slightly hesitant yet curious way. I tend to blurt things out when I’m excited to share.
“Yeah! So you know, it’s all new, but I’m here for it!” I say quickly as I bring the matcha to my lips.
“Here for what?” she asks
I take a looooooong sip while turning to walk away and pretend not to hear her question. Here for what? Here for what…ummmmm what am I here for again?
I find an empty table at the back of the cafe. Quiet. The chitchat from the front room is muffled and I get lost in my pondering…
What. Am. I. Here. For?
I’m here to play. To laugh. To sing.
To explore mother earth’s jungle gym and befriend the animals. To crouch barefoot in a patch of grass while noticing a lady bug and stand up tall next to a redwood. To feel the soft nibbles of sunfish in a Minnesota lake and the blaze of a fire in sacred gathering in Utah.
I’m here to scream into the void. To cry. To feel pain. To wander the depths of distortion, find its beauty, and love it unconditionally. To write goodbye letters to family in planning my own exit and yell until my throat hurts as I drive down a mountain in a massive purge. To receive puncture wounds from the mouths of dogs and scars from childhood accidents.
I’m here to connect with other humans. To myself. To all that is.
To feel love so intensely it bends time and to feel loneliness so vast it echoes. To taste jealousy, sharp and metallic, and alchemize it into admiration. To laugh so hard I forget my own name and to grieve so deeply I remember who I really am.
I am here to create from scratch without a guidebook. To walk on the edge. To frolic with possibility. To mold sound into song, pain into poetry, and paint the unseen into existence. To weave words into bridges and to sculpt silence into sacred spaces.
I’m here to expand this human heart. To see. To know. To embody more and more of my larger essence in every moment and express it authentically. To love a stranger as they cross the street and meet a co-worker right where they are at. To walk the balanced middle line in everything I do and love myself when I don’t.
I’m here to evolve. I’m here to grow. I’m here to love.
This is my first time on earth… and I’m here for it all.
