Dear Earth, I surrender.

I surrender to not knowing how much longer you will support the human race before shrugging us off.

I surrender to not being your sole heroic saviour.

I surrender to my ordinary life with all its caramel brownies and sore backs, warm bright words from friends and what’s-the-point dragging afternoons.

I surrender to the small actions that feel good – organising a prayer vigil for you during the rebellion, caring for the temple garden, responding whenever I can to whatever is here with kindness.

I surrender the results of my actions, and of everyone else’s – that’s not my business.

I surrender to the beauty of your frilled skirt purple-veined kale, your tree-jewelled hills draped in muslin mist, the roaring yellow of a single dandelion in the lawn.

I surrender to your song, which heals me as it enters me. Right now your leaves are saying shhhhhhhhhhhh…….

Much love, Satya <3

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Gratitude for the photo by Galina Tcarkova on Unsplash