under the feet
washed clean
smooth stones
fill a pocket or moment or hours of awe
s l o w down
be still
know love
xo
The four directions placed themselves, and I thought of the father, sun, sons, and ghosts. The woods called my name, and I raised my head and listened. No wind, only soft words coming from my heart. And still, I know I am an orphan to the ferns and spider webs. I am lost and found. Saved.
And searching. xo