Where roots were rotting I pulled away and churned the soil. Where the earth was dry and crumbling I cried to nourish our stability. I lived in our darkness trusting the journey to the light. Long before I knew I was already writing to you, an unknown address that had no directions was a seed finding its way up from her mother. This place is dazzled with potency, an envisioned tree house for the fairy that I am. The saplings of awareness tidied my inner space and hung scarves as prayer flags and homemade earrings and necklaces as ceremonies. Essential oils, sage and incense as tamed reminders of my wild heart. For home is lived from the inside out. My breath is such intelligent rest to cultivate the creative mystery that is always coming home to me.
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