Dare to offer the earth a little more beauty. She is blessing you with beauty relentlessly.
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Dare to speak to nature as if it is listening. You are made of the same stuff, and you are here being it, after all.
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Dare to behave as if the bees understand your whispers, your songs, your prayers, your praise.
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Dare to carry on as though the the Little People are watching, with their fey eyes, wondering if the cake you crumble in offering is you actually Remembering.
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Dare to believe that the hand that touches paint brush to hive is somehow related to the hand that coaxes islands from the sea.
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Dare to consider the trees hear your words when you speak to the bees.
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Dare to comprehend that you live at the same time as honeybees, as lions, as mama orca whales, as baby elephants, as king gorillas, as murmurations.
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Dare to believe you are worth someone falling as madly in love with you as you are with this earth.
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Dare to believe that without books, without internet, without opinions, without expertise, you know how to care for the precious living things. You know what to do. You know what to do.