#the0rchidsmuse

I move through life with the sensitivity of unmoving things

leaves turning various shades of red, orange, yellow, and brown

embodiment of death and the earth we rot into

root, sacral, solar plexus

frolicking hand in hand

a sacred grounding ritual with warm teas to shake the grief in our collarbones, aching backs and tender hearts learning to be cherished slowly, desiring the slow burn of life against its hustle and bustle, the air becoming colder and the days shorter

fall creeps in like an old lover's song...