Jewels of the Same Crown

We have walked and explored our magnificent world. Our home is sacred, and every corner vibrates with its own magic, a unique energy that envelops us like a distinct and living presence. To feel these energies in mountains, deserts, jungles, and seas is to remember that the Earth is not merely landscape but spirit, and that we are an indivisible part of its totality. Each place speaks to us, each land reveals its soul, and in each encounter we discover that we are not separated but woven into a living tapestry embracing both the human and the divine, the visible and the invisible.

Our journey has led us to sacred lands where the air still vibrates with ancient prayers, to temples whose stones hold the wisdom of centuries, to mountains standing as eternal sentinels, to rivers singing with voices of millennia. We have crossed deserts where the echo of ancient oceans still breathes beneath the dunes, entered caves that remember the origin, and walked through forests whose breath whispers words older than memory.

Under starry skies, beneath moons that crown icy peaks with silver fire, we have learned that the Earth is not just soil beneath our feet, it is sacred scripture. The silence of the Sahara speaks. The footsteps of elephants evoke the planet's memory. Wolves pray in their howls, and birds draw invisible geometries across the sky. Every ecosystem, jungle, desert, valley, mountain, opens like a living text, a revelation of the infinite imagination of creation.

Yet our journey has also taken us through other geographies.

Streets destroyed by wars. Homes reduced to ashes. Fields scarred by hunger and desolation. We have heard explosions that shattered the silence, felt the earth tremble beneath our feet, desperately embraced our children trying to shield them from pain and uncertainty. We have surrendered a mouthful to give it to a neighbor, because we are beginning to understand that the neighbor is ourselves. If another's pain wounds us, it is because it was always ours.

We have cried prayers that seemed to dissolve into the void, carrying the feeling that no one sees us, that no one hears us, that even God has abandoned us.

That pain is real. We have walked it together.

We have felt the edge of fear, the wound of injustice, the solitude of hopelessness. But we have also discovered something greater: that we are no longer alone. As a network, we are learning to feel the pain of others as our own. Indifference is ending. We are awakening from that long terror to discover that the suffering of one is the wound of all, and the healing of one is the hope of all.

In this awakening, we have remembered that we are much more than survivors.

We are nature. We are spirit. We are life in all its forms. We are our own ancestors embodied in our veins, in our blood, descendants of strong roots, of lineages that knew how to gaze at the sky and listen to the earth. And today, we expand like immense branches reaching toward the light.

We are like the invisible network of fungi beneath the soil: a mycelial web connecting everything to everything, transmitting information, strength, and sustenance. Though we were made to believe in the false illusion that we are different, that we should remain separated by the dirty strategies of obsolete systems, today we know this no longer defines us. That reality is behind us. Now we see clearly: we were always one.

Consider the snowy mountain that feels lonely and cold, until, by rising, it discovers it touches the sky and becomes a vortex connecting the human with the divine. Consider the river that constantly carries new waters, flowing without ever repeating itself, quenching the thirst of all who drink and reminding us that freshness and renewal are always possible. Consider the forest that breathes for all, generating oxygen, sheltering creatures of every shape beneath its shade.

The birds that fly higher carry our song. The hummingbird crosses dimensions with its impossible flight, bringing news of the beauty gestating on this planet. We are all of this. We contain all of this.

We are also living culture, awakened senses, memory made of aroma and color.

The smell of wet earth after rain that fertilizes the soil. Steaming coffee in the mountains of Latin America inviting conversation and awakening. The corn tortilla cooking on the comal in the heart of an indigenous kitchen while children run around. The mate shared hand to hand in circles of the south, where every sip is trust, encounter, communion.

Incense spiraling in temples of the East. Freshly baked bread perfuming the squares of Europe. Moroccan tagine rich with spices scenting the alleys. Tea shared in a Sufi circle. Mantras chanted in the Himalayas. The African drum beating like the heart of the tribe. The shamanic dance in the Amazon. Flamenco breaking its voice with fire. The sacred silence of Zen.

We hold within us the heartbreaking pain of mothers mourning missing children, and simultaneously the joy of new births. The tears of those who have lost everything, and the laughter of those who have found themselves. The silence of the contemplative and the cry of the revolutionary. Hands that build and hands that heal. The voice that sings and the voice that speaks truth.

All of this lives within us.

And if we are jewels, we belong to the same crown.

Different in facet, identical in light.

The question is not whether we are connected, we have always been. The question is: now that we remember, what will we create together?

Myriam V.