Raggle-taggled and anarchic

I like my gods and goddesses dirty, wild-haired, raggle-taggled and anarchic.

Which is why I love the earth so much. Which is why I forage.

The sermons aren’t in the books or churches or temples. They are in the wildness of the world.

You just have to get outside regularly and listen and observe the ecosystem that you are deeply embedded with.

Even if you think you aren’t. You are.

You can’t avoid it.

Your bones are the mountains.

Your blood the ocean.

Your breath the wind and air.

Your eyes the stars.

And your heart is the very complexity of life itself.

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