The hum beneath it all

Last month I sat in ceremony with a circle of women, and this song came on where the intro sounded... weird. (Jaguar Dreaming by Liquid Bloom)

Distorted and uncomfortable.

Like something natural and rhythmic was trying to emerge, but there was this horrific background noise that disrupted the harmony.

I sat upright and squirmed.

And then this feeling washed over me and I heard: "This is what Mother Earth hears".

Eventually, the rhythm began to rise above the distortion—and as I danced on my mat, a form of ordered chaos took over. It felt like nature had overcome the odds.