Gíosis

Conductive connection to the ground

. The whole island looks like a dot when seen from above; my house on it is from there non phenomenon. Yet, my foot and I and this blessed land have channels that connect us taking me to the skies. I’m getting “cleaned” although it looks I have dirty toes; the soil’s chemical properties nourish and absorb. My eclectic systasis recognizes so many elements in this nutritious essence; familiar and uncanny in harmony are present. The talking leaves and branches are moved by the smooth wind; a fallen lemon, ants, natural flair, a working bee. I stay silent not to spoil the sacred “speech” of my garden’s ecosystem; I’m fed through my non-artificial axis, my “stem”. A tree’s root caresses my sole and murmurs using a non-wordy dialect I interpret; -What are you searching for, girl? -I was called to realize again I’m a bridge between Gaia and Uranus; Am I lengthened, or the sky was sent down by the Nous? My arteries seem to reach fields outside of my body; my organism is one with the whole Cosmos’ anatomy. I don’t know how far I moved within time since my foot “dove” in. My Self doesn’t care about clocks and diaries. My spine feels like an entrance that welcomes the energy waves; My coccyx watches the guests of this natural conclave. The renewal of the channeling with the life-giving soil, is the drastic inner cleaner of my physiology. Relief appears in liquid form as well as diaphanous rivers from my eyes; I am embraced by a condition that’s called paradise. I also stand outside my flesh observing as the wider “me”; what happens contributes to Anthi’s expanding. Gíosis, the earthing, looks like just standing on the ground, but it’s a therapeutic habit that turns “lost” into “found”.

Anthi Psomiadou — CC BY-NC-ND 4.0 International : Credit must be given to the creator/ Only noncommercial uses of the work are permitted/ No derivatives