These wings, growing from me, and the seeds which I have plantedâ intention, hope, connection, love, and growthâ I water them in the hours of dawn, in moments of breath slowing to sleep. I plant them all around me, in body, mind, and soul, and enrich the magic soil which resides in my heart. I dance with the wind, thinking of all the beauty they will soon bestow. And I admire what has already grown, what has died and needs uprooting, what needs replenishment, what needs to be left to time. I am a sprite in my own lush, a gnome to my own garden, a siren to my own song, and as these things, I thrive.
b.t. -Â âAs These Things, I Thriveâ













