Yesterday I realized a thing so incredible, so beautiful, so sad.
That even through all of the plundering, pillaging, damaging and destroying of our world- She still reaches for us.
We are our Mother’s children.
To me, the trees cry out. They speak words I never doubt are truth, calling me to pick up a pen and write upon their flesh.
They are the ancients and wise ones. Raging and hurt by our disregard, yet still gentle with us- they tremble but they know we have lost our way.
They whisper softly so that we might remember.