'Libra' book box story
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Before I learned fear, I belonged to the forest.
There was a time when the cold, damp floor of the woods felt like home. when I would crouch low enough to study the underside of leaves.. when I would trace the veins in a stone & wonder how pressure and time could carve something so precise. I chased frogs and talked to the trees as if they had always known me. I listened to the shift in birdsong & understood when something had changed in the air...
The world felt alive. I felt alive.
My nervous system was attuned to wind direction, to the smell of rain, to the tension that settles over trees before a storm.
Before pain reshaped me.
fear narrowed my field of vision.
i learned how easily innocence can be stolen.
This book is dedicated to the child who felt grown from moss & mineral. The child who did not see herself as separate from the forest floor, but as an extension of it.
We are not outside of nature. Our bodies still respond to barometric pressure... our sleep is regulated by light... our stress hormones surge at the sound of sudden noise. We can build cities and satellites, but our cells still rely on oxygen produced by trees and phytoplankton.
every day i remind myself... Mother Nature is not sentimental. She is dynamic systems in motion. Tectonic plates shifting beneath oceans. Viruses adapting. Forests regenerating after fire. Weather patterns forming from invisible gradients in temperature and pressure.
We often speak as if we control her. As if invention equals dominance.
But in a single day, she can level cities. In a single season, she can redraw coastlines. In a single imbalance, she can make survival uncertain.
this book box is about returning to perspective.
It is about remembering that before we were consumers or performers or citizens, we were organisms. That the same elements that compose rock and river compose us. That the intelligence of the forest does not require our belief to function.
It is also about reconciliation. About running back toward.. sure of every step even if i have never run the path before... letting my body remember what it once knew instinctively.
She does not need our permission to continue & remember....
she will not ask.