Ridra - Flaminika
Everything in nature invites us to constantly be what we are...
Her footprints leave clovers behind with each step she takes. Blades of grass curl up and graze her skin when she walks amongst the trees.
Vines reach out, eager to tell their tales with a single touch. The flowers turn in greeting, like meeting the sun. She can hear the whispers as leaves rustle in the wind. Roots mumbling and moaning beneath her feet. She sees the ghosts left behind when the animals scurry past. Centuries of history roll in her veins when she closes her eyes and reaches out.
It talks, it listens, it loves, it teaches, it breathes.
She connects to it all - her mind, her heart, her soul, her touch. On her knees, fingers digging into the soil, she feels the heartbeat. That lifeline that nature provides from the green and brown to the gray and black, she feels it all pulsing through her. The plants, the rocks, the trees, the animals - all telling their stories, a gift she is fortunate to receive. With that gift, she provides & protects, nurtures & nourishes, cultivates & collects, and when necessary, culls to return to nature's bosom.
A blessing she says. A blessing to connect and intertwine with the life force that sustained before her and will sustain long after her.
