There is something honest about this. You cannot pretend to be someone you are not when your body carries the evidence of who you have actually been. Soft hands that have done nothing speak a different language than hands that have worked, and the earth reads both languages clearly. 🌾

I have been thinking about authenticity—true authenticity, not the kind people perform on screens. It is simple. It is whether you actually are what you claim to be. My grandmother never needed to explain herself because her life matched her words. Her hands proved it. Her work proved it. Everything aligned. 🕊️

I wonder sometimes if I am living in a way that my own hands and body will be proud of. 🤔