This afternoon, I spent most of my time covered in dirt.
This goes beyond words like enriching or comforting.
That earthy smell, the way it breaks between your fingers and seeps in—
somewhere even between your pores and the lines entrenched into the palms of your hands—the fact that when I handle it,
as I move,
and sow seeds
and pour water,
I do indeed feel like some sort of little Goddess:
assembling various bits and bobs to create an entire world.
We all have the Power of Creation in our fingertips.