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