I never knew wholehearted devotion until I began working with the Earth —

Until I spent many mornings completely immersed in the primordial fragrance of fresh soil.

Hands stained luminous shades of burnt orange, deep brown, and stark black.

Listening to the hymns of winged ones. 𓅪

I never knew wholehearted devotion until I spent many afternoons in the company of iridescent dragonflies.

Satiated by sun-ripened fruits and velvet breezes.

Listening to the earth softly whisper "dear child, expand yourself far and free... but know you will always return back to me."

Steeped in a tender suspension of tension.

At peace with the delectable knowing that I will use the brevity of my life to honor hers.