PhotographFrom the womb, 20186000x4000

As I exit the womb of the earth, the roots of the tree, breathing in soil, I wonder; Am I able to regain an ancestral familiarity to that beneath my feet? Is it something that is lost, or simply forgotten? I do not wish to own, I wish to belong. I spread my scent and leave my tracks. Not to own, but to belong. I reintroduce and rediscover my relationship to the soil, as a way to define my existence. It becomes an intimate interaction. A symbiosis between my body and the landscape. If you exited the womb as I did, felt the roots, breathed the soil, would you feel this symbiosis? Could you dig deep into the peat and re-establish your feet? What if we remembered we could simply belong.