This month, the full moon danced with mars. As I watched, she appeared and disappeared repeatedly, flinging her scarves of cloud about her and letting Mars have moments of unobscured brilliance.
The beauty of our natural world; always available to heal the spirit.
Let’s go dance!
Ficus, of course.
“Sedges have edges, Rushes are round, Grasses are Hollow, straight to the ground”
Never let them define you! There are no limits.
I will be a tree, thank you very much.
In a dry world, the signs of water are not only intriguing, but mesmerizing. When you live in a place where running water is rare and rain is a blessing, you begin to recognize the story that is water.
Do you see the the story? Do you tell it as you looked? I hope so. It is no less your story.
The Myth of Trees 