Reposted from the Spiritual Sunflower's wordpress blog, originally posted on August 1st, 2018
Dear Mother,
I am alive.
The earth beneath my feet breathes life into me,
And when I open my heart to receive,
the love I’m shown nearly overwhelms me —
Oh Mother,
even your disasters are a work of art.
You teach me to fall in love every day with the simplest things.
And when your touch tickles me,
your sweet smell overwhelms all else,
I know I am home.
