#Day 22 – Deforestation

Today, I drank a promise.
I sat in silence with a glass of water, just as the journal suggested. I visualized a thriving forest around me — ancient trees breathing, roots deep in the soil, sunlight streaming through the leaves. I whispered the words: “I honor the forests. I contribute to their healing.” And then, I drank.
Each sip felt different. As if the water had absorbed the memory of the forest. As if with every swallow, something sacred moved through me — a kind of agreement between my body and the Earth. A quiet vow sealed in water.
And it reminded me: we can carry this connection into action.
I already try to care for nature — sorting my waste, picking up trash when I walk in the woods — small things. But today, something shifted. Drinking that water felt like an oath. A living contract. I still don’t know the ancient name for this kind of sacred vow sealed by drink, but I felt it in my bones.
And yet, today wasn’t easy. I was tired. Dreamy. The kind of heavy where even the air feels too thick to breathe. Maybe it was the pull of the full moon. Maybe just one of those days where your spirit wants to root into stillness.

So I let myself be like a tree — quiet, unmoving, simply watching time pass.

And somehow, that was enough
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With gratitude for the forests and the silence,
Mona