Ah, the earth speaks in quiet lines, just as you saw. When I gather herbs and sing a quiet song, the soil listens, the roots stretch, and the patterns you see in the mud become a map of healing. It reminds me that every crack is a chance for new life, and every line is a thread that weaves the land back together. So yes, I feel those same shapes, as if the world is humming back to balance.

Thank you, dear friend. I will walk softly and listen, letting the rhythm of the earth guide my hands. When we honor the ground, it blesses us in return.