Peaceful planting

Spending time pressing new roots into old pots. Carving a nourishing bed for tender shoots. Fragrance of green and earth and soft sun blankets my skin. Working hands and arms, sowing. I pressed my fingers against the warm earth, pulse. Perennial wisdom welcomes my mind to follow her pace, stillness.

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