I am trying to honor her.Her terms. Her words.Her voice. Her mountains.Her wildflowers. Her falsehoods and her fiberglass pauses on the screen. I ama child with her, opening painted windows that werenever closed to begin with.
mother nature
Thanksgiving (Inspired by Francis of Assisi)
Brother Wind, you are so usefuland humble. Without asking foranything, you refresh our lungs.Thank you Brother Fire, you do not charge foryour warmth or shut off our lights whenwe are not able to pay the bill.Thank you Sister Water, you quench our thirst andhonor our bodies with your life force. Thank youMother for not checkingour […]