I sanctify myself with the dirt of the desert, and the Earth, I feel, remembers me. Or am I the one remembering Her? Who is “I”? I suppose the simplest explanation is the dust filled with the magic of Life, the original miracle, the only miracle that matters.
No matter, the secrets of everything are laid bare in these words:
The One Who Becomes* sculpted humankind from the bloody clay of Her, the land**,
and breathed the spirit of life into the being’s nostrils,
and the being became;
That is, one that flows,
That is, Alive.***
*YHWH, from Havah (To Become)
** Adamah, feminine noun
*** Chay (alive, living, flowing)
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