Embrace Your Vulnerability, Longing and Life

My fingernails on this keyboard still have dark lines of soil just at the quick, where the good earth will not leave me. I’ve been out with the weeds and the birds and the worms and I am calm inside. Washed by the dirt and awake with the buzz of new life emerging. Grounded. I close my eyes and still see soft red maple leaves budding out, stark against the pale blue sky. Pink magnolias decorate plain brown branches as they fork and curve. I marvel at new shoots of hosta, horns of purple, cream and palest green, as…

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