Descend

You are not sinful. Your body and desires are not wrong or shameful.

The divine isn’t stored somewhere on high, in the distant, untouchable clouds. It isn’t something to ascend to. The divine isn’t something to attain, achieve or win. You're already there.

Your mind and your most lofty, insightful ideas are surface ripples of the rich intelligence of your body.

Your body is not a vehicle for your soul. It is an expression of soul. It is an expression of earth and animal intelligence. You are an expression of soil and plants and water.

Perhaps, if we need to do anything, it is to descend. To descend into the present moment. To descend into the earth. To descend into the roots and mycelial threads.

Perhaps we need to honour the stickiness of matter. To honour the animacy of matter. To honour Mother Earth.

Matrix. Matter. Mother. All of the same root.

If anything, the angels are below.