08/28/2026
I've spent the last three nights sleeping outside in my backyard, near the woods, reconnecting with nature, with the natural cycles of Earth, and with the spirits of the land.
As a society in the modern world, we have become so profoundly disconnected from Pachamama. We live enclosed within four walls, surrounded by technology, constantly receiving signals, notifications, noise, and distractions. We measure our lives in minutes and hours instead of the ancient rhythms that once guided us.Many of us have forgotten that we are not separate from nature. But nature is what we are.
Last night, I stumbled out of the tent. I had no idea what time it was, and for perhaps the first time in a long while, it didn't matter.
Time had no meaning. It wasn't worth a damn thing. Instead, there was the path of the Moon across the sky. The movement of the stars. The darkness giving way to dawn. The turning of the seasons. The rising and setting of the Sun.
These were the clocks that we knew long before we built our own.
In full view above me, I connected with Grandmother Moon. While much of the world was sleeping and exploring the sacred dreamtime, I found myself awake within the stillness of the night, feeling an almost indescribable sense of oneness.
The crickets and frogs became nature's lullaby. Their rhythms were ancient, uncomposed, and perfectly alive. I realized that I was surrounded by a sound healing far older than any instrument.
No singing bowls. No chimes. Just the orchestra of the Earth, playing itself.
A deep sense of peace washed over me But even more than peace, I felt belonging.
Belonging to the Earth beneath me.
To the trees breathing beside me.
To the creatures singing in the darkness.
To the Moon above me.
To the consciousness of which I have never actually been separate.
Perhaps this is one of the great illusions of modern life: that we are standing outside of nature. That we are separated.
We are not.
We are the Earth experiencing herself through human eyes.
The water in our bodies once flowed through rivers and clouds. The minerals in our bones were forged in stars. The breath entering our lungs has moved through forests, oceans, animals, and countless other beings before reaching us.
We are not visitors here. We are participants. And beneath all of our human constructs, the noise and the names and the endless measuring of time, there is something ancient within us that still knows exactly where we belong.
I am honored to be walking this path with you.
Om So Hum
Ra