acrylic on canvas

Facing love and loss, grace and grief, hand in fiery hand – she rises into the day.
She tends her garden of wild roses and underground strawberries
Harkens to the murmuration of starlings, a shape shifting of swirling solid liquid and the deep digging stumbling nature of love
She sows seeds of acceptance so that the world may no longer argue with reality
She cultivates the ground of assurance that all may know, in the deepest part of their souls, that they are magnificently better than essentially infused with ok
She will water and protect how necessary clear boundaries are, to know the difference between inner and outer, you and me, staying clear within herself
She will pull the weeds that confuse all into forgetting
She will plant forget-me-nots to help those remember detachment, to remind them to release any thought feeling emotional demand that life be any particular way and let the wild nature of being have its way
She will double dig the beds of her own power and trust the growing emerging whispered growls of ecstasy that wiggle to the surface, reaching to bask at long last in the sun
She will let the garden magic mix of soul, water, sun and love remind all to see the whole and the holy and not fixate on the bitter seed that refuses the light or the small stone that sinks into hearts when not tending to the garden magic mix of soil, water, sun and love that is the well-being essence call swimming surrender of the swirling current of life
She will plant wisdom along with her breath into the garden as life meets needs caressing longing uplifting soul in joyous union where worthy meets worthy
Simply because.
She grows, we grow
She becomes, we become
She tends, we tend
To planting the wild garden of soul.