Embedded Springtimes

Perhaps we all secretly long to be embedded in perpetual spring time. My most entertaining pre-pubescent memories of spring's most sacred times, when occasionally left to my own leisurely adventurous pursuits outside for further natural/spiritual embedded nest Include a warm and sunny afternoon unfolding on Saturday's mid-western stage, going to a pond waiting on the edge of wild lying on my belly with my nose nearly touching Her still surface waters watching spiders walk over Her polliwog organic submarines waving going somewhere fins propelling, with me, into our Saturday afternoon nutritional adventures embedded in feeding FlowSource well-being entertainments. Another spring Saturday, perhaps closer to full pubescent FlowSource entertaining feelings, I ran far back into the RoundField where I knew a solitary MotherTree, like me, busy getting dressed up in Her fulling spring leaves while I unbusily removed all my clothes and climbed Her full body hugging Her trunk, embracing and thanking each sturdy warm-used limb all my forceful way to Her most sacred top To look and feel together across this green alfalfa field with all surrounding trees a deeply fertile ocean forest green-radiant slumbering mysteriously back at us, this happy solitary FlowSource MotherTree and ResourceMe unseen WinWin feeling together triumphantly becoming Be Indigenously embedding entertainments, Memories much richer and deeper and older yet naked and wider and younger than anything I ever heard or saw mid-winter coming from inside black and white TV.