Even if my mind does not remember the stories, songs, and dances the ancestors of my path did for connection, healing and seasonal celebration, my body remembers how to listen for their voices if I can learn to hear. My dreams know how to sing if I can hold their gifts with gentle care. MyContinue reading “Remembering how to be me.”
A flower is what comes up from the earth and makes new things burst into now from the past so that the future can come to be.
Underneath Where things go to hide A ball of roots A piece of salt A fish can swim Before time There was something else A field of mud A long dark space A place that grows After time Nothing quite like rest A family A meeting ground A state within Extinction Not the end, notContinue reading “The Swamp of All Things Gone”