Hello, soft grass
Craggy apple tree
Hello, being a useful presence for my father, brother, grandparents, nephews, sister-in-law.
That part feels easy.
Hello, milkweed feeding butterflies-to-be
Hello, greeting eagle
Vast blue sky of awareness circumferenced by clouds
Hello, morning fog
Ease in my body
Deep sense of purpose and place
I notice you, lack of sorrow and grief.
Thanks, Lake, for imparting your wisdom
I pray to you now, hills,
Valley, place of my ancestors
What do I need to know?
Patience, like the river.
You are here now
You made it.
We love you.
I love you, too.
Breathe in and out
The butterfly, the heron
I am glad.
This place of my birth and recent ancestry
That called me here in my dreams
With its soil and rolling hills and dipping, soaring monarchs
I greet you with my full cells
My healing heart
My joyful existence.
I offer you flower essence from Vermont and a quartz stone
My own tears and fears
And my love and gratitude.
I can’t wait to see what we will create together.
Here and now
I’m living many questions on this, your hallowed ground.