The Fertile Void
To the sunshine kissing my bare feet in the cool autumn air.
To the bronze colored leaves on the trees that have been touched with a few frosty nights.
To the dirt under my fingernails from the harvesting and cultivating the soil for next season.
To the white peony root, motherwort, and red raspberry leaf in my tea nourishing my cells and feminine flow.
To the waves of water on the lake rocking my body on day one of my moon cocoon to the feeling of gratitude I’m holding in my heart along with uncertainty.
To the fertile void.
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