photo of African-Indian woman, Mithia, outdoors sitting under a bush
“These pages from your life’s chapters are seeds becoming, growing into plants that expand into the deeper qualities of Life according to your needs, and definition of who you are. Maybe a tree will come forth over time bending in the wind with its waters flowing upward from Earth to Sky out of your womb to the tops of the tree you birthed. Atop the Tree of Life you have ushered into the world through honesty, and pain birds of all colors, and types, will fly into your leaves to play with each other. Perhaps the squirrels and their small relatives will add choruses to their play-songs, and contribute to the dancing leaves chattering under the hot Sun.
The Sacred Process of Birthing tills the soils of your Souls, and the harvest of your life is not the seeds you sowed, but the fruit the seeds your life planted that grew into other lives. Those folks’ growth spaces, their understanding of who they are and the Why of your existence will dance, one day, together. Somehow this makes sense only if one is in the process of unlearning, becoming and not in the anxiety of trying to control what they cannot control.” -Dawn Wolf
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