The Land I Love

Here is where she was grounded, fed and nourished others.

The baby evergreens, healing river, circling sun, warm people, juicy young women - who live and persist with who they are here. The pine cones that grow and become, fall and crunch alongside the needles, all smelling of the sweetness that invites us to our own here.

I center my work with what we’ve shared and marveled at together, us nighttime women and people of the milky way stars. We are a meteor shower, everyday. Silent, fast, slow and loud, filling the black sky with flashes of light. Moving, appearing, disappearing, emerging from and descending into mystery. We are made of it and for it in this world of deep need. No matter where we travel, fall from, cross over to, we are light and love, us and our juicy-red hearts.