09/04/2026
Belonging as birthright.
Because we are nature.
We are not standing outside of the living world trying to find our way back into it. Our bodies are made from it. Our lives are held by it. We have never actually existed anywhere else.
And yet I notice how easy it is to separate myself. Sometimes through the grief and shame that raises around being a human in this time.
I look at what humanity has done to the Earth, at the ways we have consumed, extracted, destroyed, forgotten, and I can feel the impulse to imagine humanity almost as an intrusion here.
As though the Earth would be better without us.
As though our harm somehow proves that we do not belong.
But I don’t believe that story anymore.
I think that story can become another form of exile.
Because the answer to harmful relationship is not the absence of relationship. It is learning how to be in relationship differently. To remember that being human is not a mistake. That we are not some aberration outside of nature. That we, too, have a place in the living world.
And that place carries responsibility, yes, but it also carries love and belonging.
To belong means there is something here for us to tend, to protect, to listen to.
It means our presence can become nourishing rather than extractive.
It means we can participate in regeneration instead of only grieving destruction.
It means we can become good relatives again.
We do not have to transcend our humanity to become sacred.
We have to inhabit it more fully and remember what it truly means to be human.
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