Feeling Grounded

Feet firmly planted in the soil
Spade in hand, I dig
Earth filling in the tiny lines on my hands
Clinging under my nails
The smell of freshly turned soil lingers in my nostrils
My face feels fresh as the wind blows by
The hard work connects me,
to this moment,
to the earth,
to the living things around me,
to the wider world but mostly,
to myself.