Descend

You are not sinful. You are not beyond redemption. Your body and desires are not wrong or evil.

The divine isn’t stored somewhere on high, in the distant, untouchable clouds. It isn’t something to ascend to. The divine isn’t something to attain, achieve or win. 

You're already divine. If only we could realise what’s always been there.

Your mind, and your most noble, lofty ideas, are surface ripples of the rich intelligence of your body. And your body is not merely a vehicle for your soul. It is an expression of soul. It is an expression of earth and animal intelligence.

You are an expression of soil and plants and water. Perhaps, if we need to do anything, it is to descend.

We need to descend into the present moment. We need to descend into the compost and the earth. We need to descend into the darkness and roots and mycelial threads.

If anything, the angels are below.