I place my hand onto the ground; I press my palm into the just slightly damp and cool earth – not yet warmed by the afternoon sun. Almost instinctively my fingers spread as I ache to feel more. The blades of grass tickling between my fingers.
I imagine all that exists under me. The layers of life and decay – the energy of this living and breathing planet of ours. Does it feel the hurt that exists out here in humanity? Is there an energy of pain that is just “known” in the unconsciousness?
Can I change that energy in just this space – in the shape of the handprint that I’ve made?
Does my intention – my love – make a difference? Can the grass, the dirt, the earthworm, feel me? Is there an aura that I can emanate?
I certainly hope so.
Because that is hope.
That is faith.
S.t.a.r. Creative 