Monday, August 26, 2013

Blessed be the forebears for carrying the vision & our collective pain. For being big enough to hold it all & to want to birth it stil. That some of we, their children might awaken from fever dreams to find comfort in knowing arms. May we carry this healing touch into the night. May we remember rooted parentage as it pulses & gives life to everything. We were never lost. We are not forsaken.

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