Bones and Blood

Water is fluid.

It comes to our shores from ocean or sea. Currents will carry the same water around the world and back again. Storms will carry it any distance, in any direction. It is placeless, eternal, and shared amongst the world.

Rock, stone, tree, bone. These things are static. Things of earth are rooted and concrete. They inhabit a place for so long that they become nothing but place. Earth knows nothing of maps or path - everything about the Earth is present and immediate.

It is the same with blood and bone. My blood comes from my ancestors and connects me to them. It connects me to my living relatives, no matter where they are across the planet. It is the nature of blood and water to flow.

My bones come from the earth. From the place of my birth. A mother eats from the soil of her home, and that then hardens to bone in her womb. Bone is a part of the land much as a tree is, or a boulder.

Blood will flow, and with it passion. Passion may take one to many places, but the bones know where they're from, where their own native land is. My bones come from this land, and this land is my native home.