Chasing words. What to write? Pacing. How to say it? Blinking cursor. Silence. Hot shower.Ideas flash in fits and starts, fragments and pieces, bones and splinters. I grab a towel and stop before the big arched mirror.
"I think of my own roots and how they aren’t anchored in any place. Their anchor is in me, in the landscape of my heart, in the water of my soul, in the ridges of my own worn skin. We are made of the same good stuff, this tree and I — earth and stardust and hope and dead things made new." Ughhhhhhhhhh 🔥🔥
“I am learning to look around and find ways to manifest the healing I want so badly for this world and each of us.”
This resonates with me today. I look and see so much that is broken and needs healing, I try daily to do my part to manifest it, be part of the healing, to make things better a little at a time.
Thanks for this today and for the Milkweed seed recommendation. Ordered and donated as well.
Stardust and Dead Things
"I think of my own roots and how they aren’t anchored in any place. Their anchor is in me, in the landscape of my heart, in the water of my soul, in the ridges of my own worn skin. We are made of the same good stuff, this tree and I — earth and stardust and hope and dead things made new." Ughhhhhhhhhh 🔥🔥
“I am learning to look around and find ways to manifest the healing I want so badly for this world and each of us.”
This resonates with me today. I look and see so much that is broken and needs healing, I try daily to do my part to manifest it, be part of the healing, to make things better a little at a time.
Thanks for this today and for the Milkweed seed recommendation. Ordered and donated as well.