Seeds planted in the winter
Reach toward the light.
Seeds inspire, so tiny and full of might
Torn between my anger ( at our Supreme Court Judges)
(I’m completely rattled by this news)
And my broader view
Of the necessity for things to get worse before they get better.
Knowing too, that I need to calm my racing heart
And extend a lily to the person next to me
No matter what their view point is.
And if I can’t do this then I have no peace
No power either.
We women shoulder the great burden
Of consciousness at this time.
Large times- Wild women Wise.