The Tree

The Tree

I Hug Mother Earth

Grounded in Her richness

My Arms reach out to the heavens

Dancing in the wind

I offer my canopy as Sanctuary,

Sheltering and nourishing

I have writhed in the storms,

scarred and aging....

Remaining grounded in Mother Earth

As I stretch toward the heavens,

The tree and I are one....

Claiming our place in the sun.

By Susan Nelson

Tags: Grounding, stability, equanimity

Post Date: March 2019