Fairies and glitter do not compare to the tug-pull on ropes massive Northwest summer vain. We all are ungrounded and scattered in tedious pulse to make this summer the best of late and great. Yet pregnant yearnings continue to keep us clearer for the needed Autumn hibernation.
She feels it.
Summer mak'n bak'n fun times had because it is what we do best; be the home of growth and massive meditative life taken.
She wombs what I knew before and still know today, that life is for living and jumping off clear paths way.
The climb is the climb and the stumble is for our hearts to learn from but we are of stone worker quest of learning what our grandmas did not know.
Pensive plight, summer fertility, loving of open arms for self and partner when we find ourselves over come with the champagne flavor of August love making.
Babies be coming.
Babies be born.
Babies be percolating what our earth is sorely needing.
Thought, love, intention.
To my sisters who are fertile in their womb and inner growth.
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