feeling a little lost and disconnected, I fall back on old themes: roots, branches, mycelium, bones, water and wandering river beds.
I saw a fabulous tangle of roots on a downed tree by the lake. It was a living knot, tying itself invisibly until the fall ended its life.
meditation on an empty shell
I transplanted some of my flower friends from old garden to new. Drawing a spell for binding and growing of roots in new places.
there grows a tree at the end of the land