Surrender to the Roots (and grow anew)

She lay her troubled breath at the feet of the towering tree

Surrendering to the roots' thirst she releases her tears

Pouring over into the clay she spills her lost hope

letting her bones melt into the cups of mother earth

her flesh becomes dirt

her blood becomes water

her hardened pain becomes crystal

Turning in time all the mothers before her

listen, and let go

an avalanche of old wounds

and as they fell they carved spectacular

sculptures in the mountainside

transforming history into magnificence.

Storefront Launch at PoppySwap!

Come visit my store at PoppySwap where you will find my limited edition handcrafted collections of seasonal potions, elixirs, aroma-wear, and unguents. A little incarnation of my woodland wanderings and imagination combined with over 15 years of wildcrafting and making herbals.

Blessings and Gratitude,

Ananda

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