"The land knows you,
even when you are lost."
~Robin Wall Kimmerer
Winter lasted ever so long
and our longed for Spring
never really happened.
Summer has finally come,
a tad of heat, a bit of rain . . .
But, Winter's depression is
hanging in there, breaking
my heart all over again.
So loved Robin's words,
reread this early morn. My
land does know me and I
am ever so lost.
Who do I pray to? Mother
Earth? Gods of yesteryear?
The Universe? The god
within?
I am so tired of my own
Winter. Pray, leave me. Go
back to your own place and
time . . .
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