I am not the same now as I was.
The sage grows wild and free.
I began, long ago, as an idea; this Universe has blessed me with life; a miracle.
The wind tends to her garden as she sprinkles life everywhere she goes; planting seeds in her nurturing wake. We are ready.
Growth transpires; not always easy; there is pain; the small sage brush is whipped by the wind.
We bend so that we do not break.
Rooting down to rise, I am shown that the truth, the strength, the answers lie within.
The sage connects and intertwines with her family; below the surface, growing stronger.
Together we rise.
My dharma is clear. I am here to SHARE. I am here to heal (and be healed).
Sage cleanses; sage clears.
May all that I give be cleansed and cleared.
May all that I receive be cleansed and cleared.
As I walk this path through fields of sage; reminding me of where I came from and where I will return;
Holding every hand that holds to mine…