
Circle of Community

There in the depths tendrils with unbelievable strength venture forth, exploring, reaching for sustenance and grace in the moment. All attention is here, seeking —ever present to the warmth of the earth, even while crisp air invites the leaves to dance and stomp with the wind. Not asleep — more awake, seeking…
Steeped in a bath
of Spirit stuff —-
full flavor
awakening and expanding
like her favorite tea,
she flowered and blossomed,
even more than when a bush,
more fully with every bit
of her being.
–Always loved baths.