Your Wild Child Wants to Play.
Let Her Out.
❤
Nancy Lankston
I water things now constantly:
water the hearts of dead friends with light,
the sores of the living with anything warm,
water the skies with a thousand affections
and follow the voices of animals
into grasses that move like ocean.
I eat flowers now and birds come.
I eat care and things to love arrive.
I eat time and as I age
whatever I swallow grows timeless.
I eat and undie
and water my doubts
with silence
and birds come.
~Mark Nepo
excerpt from Surviving Has Made Me Crazy
Translation:
Machi is curing
Machi is healing
Machi sings me a lullaby
I do not cry
I just sing with your love
Pacha Mama
Mother Earth
Fiery Leo Full Moon Blessings to You
Image: Moonlight by Felicia Olin
Mountains of My Heart by Nancy L
“The world is holy. We are holy. All life is holy.
Daily prayers are delivered on the lips of breaking waves,
the whisperings of grasses, the shimmering of leaves.”
~Terry Tempest Williams