“You cannot heal starving roots by piling dung on the surface.”
A tree may bear fruit for a season if you force it, but if the soil beneath is barren, nothing truly changes. This is what we do with long-term illness — diabetes, hypertension, the quiet syndromes of modern life. We pour pharmaceuticals into tired bodies, but the roots remain hungry.
Managing vs. Healing
“Pharmaceuticals keep us alive. They do not teach us how to live.”
Medications manage. They stabilize. They silence symptoms. But they rarely restore. They never ask why the soil was stripped in the first place. And so the cycle goes on — surviving, but not thriving.
The Soil Within
“Illness grows where the soil of the soul has been forgotten.”
Our true soil lies inside: the nervous system, the breath, the weight of unprocessed stress, the endless chase of greed, the noise of distraction. These are the toxins that drain us. We medicate the fruit, but the roots remain starved.
Letting the Soil Rest
“Healing begins when we stop interfering.”
In natural farming, when the land is tired, you feed the soil and then you step back. You let it breathe, regenerate, find its own rhythm. Our bodies are no different.
Flow activities — painting, walking, moving with breath, creating, being in silence — are compost for the soul.
Meditation is the dark, fertile stillness where roots remember how to drink again.
And movement is just as vital. Flow like the wind. Take a deep breath, open your arms wide, stretch from head to toe, and let your chest rise to the sky. Exhale long and slow, as if the body itself were releasing years of weight. This is how the soil within is fed — through breath, through movement, through the rhythm of being alive.
A Different Kind of Fruit
“The fruit of drugs is survival. The fruit of presence is freedom.”
When the soil is rich, the tree does not need to be forced. It flowers, it fruits, it thrives — because thriving is its nature.
“Perhaps the medicine you seek is not another pill, but the silence you keep avoiding.”
So maybe the question is not What pill do I need? but What in me is starving, and how can I feed it?
And if this question brings you to ‘Sitting in Silence’, then THIS IS IT!
