Freshly home from a retreat
Sorting through ideas,feelings, connections
Keeping what works for me
Discarding what does not
Building a fence to save some quietness
Digging into the mother earth to set the posts
the ground too hard to pound them
Opening wounds; my heart cries out
Filling in the holes, raking it smooth
Harrowing is hard work which makes life bearable
Salvaging the damaged terrain
Soothing the pain
Sorting through the rocks
Claiming the fertile soil
Planting seeds of hope, integrity, new growth
One heart, one earth breathing
Radha
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