the long bones of the trees
raise small green prayer flags
from their roots
of winter solace
Signals humming in the first spring wind
“There are so many lost in their own momentum”
There is an urgency
as the intrepid green shoots
attend to the living word
As everything cycles new in the next few months, my activities surround the season. I’ll be lending my hands, my arms, my back, my muscles, my eyes and my ears where needed. My softer parts and all my bones go along for the ride. …giddy with enthusiasm.
I’ll also be germinating the next set of audio broadcasts. The seeds have been planted. I am immeasurably grateful to everyone who listened and lent their own thoughts … such beauty….you have my heart….
I’m learning trust in so many ways
opening like a flower
in a field of wild light
Artist: Paul Klee