Our Piece of Eden
My grandfather’s land provides a place of sanctuary and stillness in a troubled world. Time freezes so life, love and rebirth can be experienced in a seemingly eternal place. Death reminds us of the world passing us by.
Our piece of Eden among the hills and rivers. My grandparents took us here when we were young, teaching how to become gatherers of the land.
"Wheresoever she was, there was Eden.” The sunlight warms my skin while the air brushes through every hair on my body. I breathe for the first time in ages. I'm reminded where I came from and my connection to the earth. I've been a naturalist for years now, my grandfather introduced me to it years ago. This is where we go to be free.
We baptize ourselves in the river water.
New life changes the forest’s texture as it grows in dead leaves.
Even in a place of sanctuary and stillness, I am reminded of the death looming around me. The garden of eden can not hide me from the poisoned world.
The world passes us by as we stay in our sacred space.