ear to the ground
Ruth Ben-Tovim

I hear warmth and the gentle hum of acceptance all around me, enter into every part of me. I hear the great mother calling me to surrender the earth of my body into the body of the earth. I hear her lullaby. I hear her shouts of pain. I hear her calling us all to awaken and return I hear her weeping for the hearts that have become hardened, hearts that have forgotten the beauty of connection. I hear death close by an ally and a companion reminding me what is precious what truly matters. Being, living, loving, accepting, receiving, manifesting - the cycle of evolving, dying, birth and death.
I hear birds above and the deep warm sound of the belly of the earth

Written in the early hours of the morning, lying in a grave covered with earth that I dug as part of a Movement Medicine ritual. 33 others were also in their own graves nearby. June 18th 2009 Bois Le Compte, Orval, Belgium.

Ruth Ben-Tovim