Thoughts words and actions from Grandma
soft leaves, brown and silver line my steps and bed a log old, moss growing as darkness against new light green shrooms. there they emerge in layers scalloped, as if immersed in deep blue water. i stop, and wonder if I would have noticed them if I wasn’t alone, if I was distracted by chatter without real meaning or importance and at that moment, i am filled. my steps continue soft and light, alone.
Mushrooms like butterflies partaking sweet nectar their underside soft coral required a pause, a reflective moment, an eternal moment. Thank you.
Grandchild number 5 came into the world this past week. Her sweet tender feminine presence, like soft coral, lights up the room. Welcome little one. The world is a bit messy right now. Hope you brought extra powers with you!
Grounded Wisdom 