Our journeys are not inseparable, as we often like to think. They are entwined with our fellow companions along the way, our growth measured with theirs. Our hearts pulse with the beat of other hearts, with the cadence of the earth, and the delicate rhythms of the subtle realms.
Like the redwoods sing to the sky
a palpable hum
Roots entwined in mutual support
growing tall and so big around!
It's hard to grasp that such shallow roots
lead to this --
a way to hold each other up
May, we in this nation of many immigrants, learn from the native people with their deeper roots, and may we come together and find ways to hold each other up.
Art by Ellen Dee Davidson
My channeled redwood tree prayer offering is at 56 min.