Empty
Is either nothing left or open to be filled. Or perhaps both?
I consider both.
That place inside that might feel empty is a place that has the potential to be filled.
With what shall we fill it?
Do we choose food so far removed from source that it only contributes to our decline of vitality and energy?
Do we consider media that pollutes us, filling us with lies, hate and conspiracy?
Do we starve ourselves of beauty, love, connection and the squishy feel of dirt beneath our bare feet?
Do we surround ourselves with people who thrive off denigration, exploitation and lies?
Or do we treat our body being with reverence, choosing to be the model of nourishment, respect, kindness, generosity and gratitude?
Photo taken April 20th 2022
