Sending the Gold aka Bioenergy Transmission
It is gathered up now in my heart chamber, the sunrays on my face the birdsong kindness, the resounding silence...
At Seventy-Seven
I was nine in the Mulberry Tree The singing fell out of me, a pour of viriditas and joy. The...
To Bear the Beauty
In some Native languages, the term for plants translates to “those who take care of us.”* She has been with...
Will We Look
In still waters you can see your own face clearly. Let me be quiet, rooted as a plant. Let...
