Gardening Happy Health

My round white anti-depressants were trying their faithful best to listen to my ecofeminist wise old woman gardening neighbor, pulling aggressive weeds Sharing with me her morning meditation reflection immediately after entering dawning eyes and before exiting her dreamy comforting fertile bed Her opening and excavating self-invitation to choose body health nutrition and mind happiness nurturing which are snugly associated for her like peas and carrots remembering well-versed voice intention But, not so much for me, now able to choose health almost every dawning day and dusky night but still struggling for post-traumatic omnipotence to thrive toward happiness by empowered choice, even if not enlightened voice articulating all the many thankful ways remembering well-cultivated rejoice. What my gardening neighbor and I speak of feels like my dull and darkly present spatial stuck unchanging place Which she unlike me can also remember as having evolved through time from current EarthTribe regenerating days becoming nurturing seasons within each annual surviving incarnation Reversing on back toward warm welcoming first dawn light's empowering MotherEarth's thriving flowing flowering invitation to each day's rebirth.