Trust And Surrender To Plant Medicine

When we draw our first breath

A constellation in the skies appears to be ours

A blueprint that is ours and ours only.

Follow in the rhythmic tap of Mother Gaia -

As the sun rises

So do we stand, in salutation, in ceremony

Drenched in its nourishing luminescence

We grow and serve from the heart that lights up with this golden fluid light - life's purpose.

Today -

Struck by a deep wanting to touch and hug someone

Heart to heart

Chest to chest

Heartbeat to Heartbeat<