She fantasized about the seeds
she’d plant for young women,
as she sat under the shade
of trees planted for her
by grandmothers near and far.
She fantasized about the seeds
she’d plant for young women,
as she sat under the shade
of trees planted for her
by grandmothers near and far.
Grounding
didn’t require her to
stop daydreaming.
She could learn
to do both.
The coffee table
sat wildly askew…
making her insides churn,
as she straightend it
with a smile.
Body.
Connection.
Creativity.
Learning.
Spirituality.
The cat at the foot
of my bed.
Coffee on the couch.
Yoga when I’m being good.
A quick poem.
A deep breath.