the biohacking luddite

I wrapped myself around an enormous pine tree this afternoon. Just us, life pressed to life. The trees ground me when my bare feet would protest at the removal of two layers of wool socks, and the boots that warm them, from winter’s bite. The trees take my weight. Everything we needed to thrive we were given. Our bodies married to the sun and the moon, the earth and air. We were given the food that delivered vibrancy. We were connected to the life that nurtured us. In turn, we were connected. There was harmony. That doesn’t mean it was easy. That’s part of the problem, too, I suppose. The equating of harmony with ease.

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