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
“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