You reach out with any little part of yourself and rise from the dirt to be what you are. How you make my heart ache with your sense of belonging.
Vanity of vanities! We all have the same breath.
(Solomon was right.)
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June 5, 2016 at 12:13 pm
Kathy
Look at how tenderly she tendrils as she reaches out. May we all relax into our belonging as she teaches us…
June 9, 2016 at 8:02 am
Lunar Euphoria
There’s so much to learn from those with roots and tendrils.
March 20, 2021 at 6:56 am
Lunar Euphoria
Reblogged this on My Little Spacebook and commented:
All the fresh spring growth has me thinking of the garden and remembering this post today.