Flipping the corners of the pages of belonging. Every time we get stuck, Life invites us to just flip a corner with ease and grace. Like we flip the pages of our life's calendar. Starting fresh every day, like a newborn that already belongs to this earth. Shapeshifting until eternity, shapeshifting and continuously letting go. Letting go of that what we believed before and what we think might happen after.

We belong to the rhythms of mother Earth and we care for her with all of our soul; while she is our soul. We live in this earth with all its wonders and all its sorrows. She calls us every day with the rising of the sun, over and over again. And it is our beloved earth that puts us to sleep at night. W e belong to her and she belongs to us. Like the Earth belongs to the universe and plays with the rhythms of the Moon.

We continue flipping the corners of the pages of belonging. No one left behind, no one put aside. Until we realize that the movements of inclusion and exclusion, are nothing more than an illusion of our dancing shadows.