Green My Mother’s foot falls sweep across the forest floor leaving Spring Beauties in her passing. My Mother’s laughter is woodsy green velvet and infectious tickling like the leaves of white pine. My Mother’s hands are willow branches tender like Spring’s new buds wrapping gently around my heart. I call upon my Mother whenever I…
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We are literally the salt of the earth. Stardust creatures made of air and minerals. We belong to the Earth – this living world, this super-organism in which we all live and die and are recycled to live and die again and again, in a new form, in a new way. We cry tears…
