Terra Firma

I focus on grounding myself. I am rooted to the earth. I feel the energy of the earth rising up through my legs, going through my belly and through my torso and out to my arms and head. This is my process: I stand in the park among trees and shrubbery. My arms are lifted to the sky. The energy of the earth comes up through me and through every particle of my being. People walk by and see me amid the bushes. They are curious. Who is this person grounding himself? Why does he seem so calm and collected, even as a dog pisses on his leg. Who is this man? they say. It's me, I say. Just me.