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.