In the midst of wonder,
a tiny voice speaks,
reminding me
that being is enough.
Questions are invitations,
and maybe life
is nothing else
than shared inquiry.
Welcome to my playground 🐞🌱🦄🤗🦋🐚
Willkommen auf meinem Spielplatz 🐞🌱🦄🤗🦋🐚
What am I becoming?
A drop of dew in the morning, a rainbow in the sky, compost for the earth.
A mother, a daughter, a lover, a being.
Broken open, stitched up, scarred, wise, beautiful.
An elder, a child, a seed, the wind.
A mountain, a river, a tree, moss.
A bee, a flower, thousand flowers, thousand bees.
Open-hearted, reaching out, taking in, scared, grateful.
In the earth, under the earth, in the sky, gone.
Still here, everywhere, laughing, crying, being.
Everything, anytime, connected, loved.
Grace.
