I’m a Daughter of Mother Earth.
I have been walking on new grounds, feeling like a foreigner, like an alien.
I had noticed that by being lost in my thoughts, missing and grieving the people and places I left behind, I have ignored the new scenery around me.
My eyes have been looking without seeing all the blessings nature offers to me every day, since I open my eyes and until I close them. This universe of ours never rests or takes any breaks from its magnificence.
I decided to explore the new floors my feet will be walking on, purposely resolved in looking up, down and around to know this place that is now my home.
I saw the splendorous mountains forming around the walls of this room of my own and of all.
The birds, gifts of heavens, waved hello with their gracious soaring, creating patterns in the sky to get the best on their journey and ascending together, setting the example of what community should be about.
I felt ashamed I had forgotten to say Thank You to the sun and the moon, who have never left me alone, and are there too to warm and bless the ones I long for, the ones I love. I felt grateful for their generous gifts and their beauty.
I walked to the river park, took my shoes off to let my bare feet feel rooted by this earth. My hands drew circles on the mud, feeling the coolness in my nails. I inhaled the fantastic scents of the natural world, feeling kissed by the flowers and hugged by the herbs. The earth welcomed me by blending me in as one more element of its perfect unity. Mother Nature is an unconditional lover — never selfish, always giving.
I no longer felt like a foreigner, an alien or a stranger, but part of this glorious wholeness. Not just connected, but one, in total communion.
This time, instead of being lost in my thoughts, I felt an immense gratitude for this place I have to grow, live and enjoy, and got lost in the shade and charm of the majestic trees, standing solemnly, waiting for me. They have been there a lot longer than I have.
I was humble and quiet to listen and absorb all I could from my supreme teachers, masters of openhandedness who show their wisdom, strength and resilience in all the lessons I need to learn and they are always willing to share. I took a bow full of appreciation and respect.
I sat at the bottom of a colossal tree with my hands sensing its fondness. I let myself be attached to its coolness and warmth, feeling like a child in my mother’s lap. I breathed deeply, filling my lungs, savoring this union and the sensations of a full soul.
I felt tenderly, kindly embraced by its branches, its leaves lovingly stroking my hair and my skin. I could hear the rustle of its heart and mine.
And I listened to the sounds of the wind whispering clearly to me: “My daughter, you belong here.”
Adriana Arzeta is a passionate Mexican artist and community worker, who was adopted by Canada 11 years ago. The culture shock, the experiences in a less sexist and a more free life, and a loving and fantastic Universe, gave her the chance to finally own herself and play the main role/protagonist in the story of her life. She is growing older and wiser, and is a crazy dancer, mother of two humans and two canines. She surfs the waves of life with enthusiasm, compassion and acceptance, and avoids any judgmental tides to keep away from drowning as she knows that’s just her own insecurities floating around. She paints every day, loves, plays and works hard, and fights against depression in Kamloops, BC. She is a member of the Glow Street team. You can contact her via Facebook.