fecund with the blessing of the Ancestors,
fed as well by the unacknowledged theft of lands yet unceded crying out for their stewards,
a legacy it is ours to heal as so much is ours to heal, the grace afforded us to choose meaning
in the balance of our lives.
May we do it honor, embody justice,
kindle the flames of compassion
with gratitude for all this life bestows.
Image is of an autumn bounty- flowers and fruit and fungi and gourds on a rich-grained wood table. Image from Pixabay on Spark Post.
Rooted Flame and a Deep Wellspring 