i am a grove
a copse
a rich, fruitful orchard.
my tree of she
bears the fruit
of music
and cloth
and sparkle
and words.
my tree of she
bears blooms
of food
and flowers
and a strength
so soft,
it’s often mistaken
for weakness.
my tree of she
bears leaves
of dance
and duty
and generosity.
leaves of
preserving
and nourishing
and protecting.
my tree of she
is rich
in the red roots,
of blood
and hearts
and spirit,
and tears,
in the determination
and tenacity
and quiet boldness
of the women
who precede me.
their fierce independence,
their unbounded love,
their unending creativity,
unlocking the wonder
and the aching beauty
that is
my tree of she.
Today’s post is inspired
by the lovely Lindsey Mead
who sweeps me away regularly
with that special brand of wisdom
she shares over at a place called
A Design So Vast . . .
here ‘n there