Yarrow—you hold the cosmos in your crown. No holding back of healing gifts. No holding back of love. A familiar, distant remembering tugging at my soul. Coming to know my Vast Self. Traveling home.
Poetry
Sacred Geometry
Fleeting cohesions of morning dew ~ dandelion transformed. Transfixed by your light seeking hidden messages with a soft gaze. Tell me more! Be still . . . only drink in my beauty in this moment.
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Photography
Read Me With Your Heart
Curls of bark catch my heart. I am grateful to you birch for all the ways you guide us. You are the Tree of Life. You are strong, gentle, vocal. Open up, reciprocate, breathe—your lenticels