wildroots
remembering the truth of who we are
the elder from South Africa
looked at us snd wept
out of rage, she said.
and then turning to my dark-skinned sister
the rage melted into sadness
it is so good to see you, she said.
and tears flowed.
in these soul to soul connections,
words do not matter.
the past few weeks/months have been so full with much change and creation. i’ve been riding the wave of life and creativity with gusto! the movement has been exhilarating, with both significant inner
i want to participate in a sacramental life where each inhalation of life is met with exhalation of that life, manifested in the in-between space alchemized in the lungs through choice where each i