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To My Roots

2023-12-24 11:29:47

Where is my route? I think my roots are in my beliefs. I may strike back and forth in the wind of life, but my roots, a hidden safe basement still exists and has not changed. So, how can I participate in elements with my own feelings? How is my feeling interpreted as the wind of my hair? Arashi can break branches and trunks, root ... the roots are still underground, are willing and are waiting to grow again with the passage of time

I am wind, mountains, and clouds. My eyes sunbathe and my lungs are drinking trees. When my toes are rooted on the earth, my nerve extends outwards and touches the horizon like a tree branch. I am no longer a lonely raindrop, I am the sea. This is my religion: Ecstasy. Ecstasy is a transcendental experience of ancient Greece, literally means "out of myself." This is the moment when we feel that our consciousness exceeds normal perception. In the words of Jason Silva, "This emotional expansion experience such as sensitivity requires reconstruction and upgrading.The mental schema is only for adaptation and to accommodate the scale of experience"

In recent years, I started reconnecting with my roots. A few years ago, I picked up small agricultural land. Strangely, all my brothers and sisters are anxious for soil linkage alone. Perhaps my farmer, the gene that breaks the land is germinating and germinating, causing an internal revolution. I lost all the connection with my ancestral village as a city nomad. As a country worshiper, I have established a connection with my village far from my root, which is like my mind. I began to raise kitchen utensils from naturally grown lentils and spices from small farmers from the remaining stocks. My oil seeds are collected, kept in the village and crushed periodically with old-fashioned wooden press operated locally. Each oil was crushed with a separate crusher to maintain flavor and odor integrity. The rest of the oil cake is a cow for local farmers. Occasionally we will receive a gift of fresh buttermilk and homemade ghee (clarified butter of Ayurvedic style) this time.