As I meandered among the flowers this morning. I’m so aware of vulnerability and the stiffness of body as I’m healing. I’m unraveling as I pull weeds. Therein I find space, not even knowing why I like weeding so much. I’m drawn to bending close to the ground and feeling Earth presence. I create piles that transform to mulch.
Grace drives up to transport me for PT. I am beholding to the love I feel and am embraced by, for two amazing sons!
Breathe the breath of life.💟 (-;🙏
Thank you bro. I liked & appreciated the poem very much❣️✌️
Finding strength in a son’s reply
Finding breath in deep vulnerability
Finding ground in uncertain terrain
Earth is my Mother
Calling Direction of morning stillness
Beautiful, Mom!
Love you so much!
Thanks bro! Love you! ❤️
As I meandered among the flowers this morning. I’m so aware of vulnerability and the stiffness of body as I’m healing. I’m unraveling as I pull weeds. Therein I find space, not even knowing why I like weeding so much. I’m drawn to bending close to the ground and feeling Earth presence. I create piles that transform to mulch.
Grace drives up to transport me for PT. I am beholding to the love I feel and am embraced by, for two amazing sons!