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Sprouting Growth for All - The history of DiversiTree.org - As Diversitree rebuilds after our setback from GODaddy we publish our history.

I can feel the trees awakening in the forest as I sit on the mountain top listening to the snow melt in the warm Colorado sunshine. Nestled among the trees on my yoga mat I contemplate and am moved by nature’s rebirth each and every spring. The water is dripping off the rooftop of the house as the season shifts to Spring. Every day I can see more spots of the rich dark earth peeking through the…

June 12th; Processing the Orlando Shooting

Originally posted on Ace Shades blog; Broken-Winged Gaurdian Today I woke up thinking the only difference of today was that my parents would finally be returning from their vacation. As I awoke I let the dogs out and fed them breakfast for the last time (until I pet sit again) and went about picking up the house. Then the ordinary of the day shattered as I checked my facebook profile. At first I…

A Maypole for All – Revitalizing an Inclusive Maypole

A Maypole for All – Revitalizing an Inclusive Maypole A Maypole for All (c) Eric Eldritch “A Maypole for All Participants … Everyone! Designed for those under 7 yo, those over 70 yo and everyone in between!” ====== TECH – Prep  Hoist up and affix the “Over Wreath” Prep and tie Wrist Ribbons on couples (blue + red) Pole Check Ribbon Untanglement/Alignment ====== A Maypole Gathering Song Spring Has…

A Heartfelt Letter to the Dead

A heartfelt letter to the “dead” by your modern day wanderer, Zura Mat! -As I’m standing here feeling the wind on my face, trying to soak in this exact moment, I’m overwhelmed with your presence. I can’t help but think back to that day. With a clouded mind, the first poem I wrote without you was “She is The Wind”. I honestly don’t even remember writing it (in sharpie inside of my old, worn out…

Perpetual Innocence: Too Much Faith

I naturally “walk by faith, not by sight.”  As a small child, I learned I was autistic, which was termed a “birth defect.” At the same time, I was learning about “original sin” in church. At age six, I concluded I had more original sin than other people, because I was defective. I believed that autism meant I was more evil than others, so I deserved anything bad that happened to me. In my…