Cocoon buds cracked open and spring emerges. New growth comforts a cut branch, it is not dead. And a fish flies. To ponder in awe, absolute awe, and wonder what must our emerging hearts and souls look like?
The picture taken three years ago. The forest fire’s devastation almost complete. Charred and literally cooked to the inside core, the sentinels stood. The grief so tangible within me and the earth. The resilience even stronger. Yesterday, to walk the path and see the scars and reminders remain……
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