Befriending the Land, My Earth Home.
I knew the land had heard me. I felt her reach out her giant arms and wrap me up inside of them. I heard her chanting, "Welcome back, welcome back.”
Browsing Tag:
Vicki Rivard
Do the Strange, Sensitive Bird Thing.
We are the bird and the work is the song, and we must sing it while we can. And when this song comes not from a desire to please or to prove or to achieve, but from a profound and earnest longing in the sacred nucleus of us, it is holy work too.
Broken and Brave, Still We Ride the Waves.
Surviving pain makes us understand, at a visceral level, how tough we are, not in spite of the tenderness we hold inside, but because of it.