they rise together
creating the future
they imagined

in the gift of their care
these people and these trees
with a bond physical, emotional, and spiritual.

all I can do is love them

to leave another gift for
the future unknowns.

These word collections are a spiritual practice for me. The words curated from Robin Wall Kimmerers’ memoir, Braiding Sweetgrass, are shared with permission from the publisher, Milkweed Editions, Milkweed.org

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