From the Earth We Grow

I see treetops through rented windows. They wave hello to me from down below. Yesterday I watched a crocus pushing through the snow. There is a strength inside each beauty that we know. Once, I touched the rocks between their lines. Lines worn like wrinkles on an aged and craggy face. Up close the rock is smooth, between the folds it rolls like powder, soft between your fingers. It is a grand feeling with the sun on your back and your face against the rock. Close enough to feel a part of the grand majesty of all mountains. There are times when we long for such a thrill and there are times when we seek the soothing sound of stillness found on empty beaches, where the salty scent of ocean curls around our feet. A seagull’s haunting cry may drift above, reminding us of all the earthly entities found beneath our stars. Be thankful you are of the earth, a mother to us all. There is a grand tree in your life. I know that you remember it. Each day when the morning faces us we find ourselves in the crook and crevice of this tree, this earth, this rock. Sometimes we know those things we feel without the words of learning. They are the only truthful things in life. It is because they are a part of us, and we of them that there is a mention of meaning in our heartbeats. We are connected each to each and we grow from the depths of each other