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