I am a beam of light Traveling from a distant star. I am a grain of sand washed up on the shore, I am a blade of grass bending beneath your feet. I am the seed holding the future locked safely in my cells. I am the pistil waiting, waiting. And I am the stamen, pollen laden, swelling until that moment of release. I am a second. passing in the blink of an eye. Watch me stretch, into forever.
M.Ed., Counsellor, Spiritual Mentor, Teacher, Ritualist, Facilitator of Writing Circles