It’s an act of resistance these less than summer days to feel safe in your own brown skin existence.
To wander the woods, streams, and creeks, face to the sun and back to the clouds.
To be vulnerable in the shadows of the pines.
I’m swearing solemnly to bring you the wonders from the forest and bring peace to myself and be soft and be fierce and be gentle and be assertive and educational all at one divine time.
/ so thank you for your patience and support and guidance and love.
And thank you plants and herbs for their photosynthesis offerings and allowing us all to sink into feeling/healing.
Thank you for transmuting light into color and generating warmth never heat and multiplying patience across your trailing tendrils.