Your poem is beautiful Robin. You and all the other transgender people are in my thoughts during this time of intolerance and ignorance. I'm so glad to have you as a friend.
This captures really well the feelings I often have walking in the woods. I often say to the trees, "you don't care who's trans, and I love you for it." I love them and all the other non-human kin for their quiet acceptance, but I also envy them for not having to worry about it. Thank you for your poetic expression of this time of low light & root chilling cold, this time of disquiet.
What a lovely piece of writing 🧡
I've copied out a little piece into my 'special' book, I hope you don't mind...
I don't mind at all. I'm glad it meant something to you.
'let us carry seeds in our pockets to sow as we walk...' 🧡
sending love at a disquieting time
Thank you, Jan. I needed that today.
Your poem is beautiful Robin. You and all the other transgender people are in my thoughts during this time of intolerance and ignorance. I'm so glad to have you as a friend.
I am so glad to have you as a friend, too, Charlotte. Big hugs for you.
Right back at you Robin.
Beautiful poem! Blessings, ~Wendy💜
This captures really well the feelings I often have walking in the woods. I often say to the trees, "you don't care who's trans, and I love you for it." I love them and all the other non-human kin for their quiet acceptance, but I also envy them for not having to worry about it. Thank you for your poetic expression of this time of low light & root chilling cold, this time of disquiet.
Keith, I think trees have so much to teach us about letting go, holding still, and enduring. I'm glad you feel that connection to them as well.
Lovely!
Love the poem and the picture of the dogwood. I have two and I love the bare red branches.
Thank you, Kay-El. I love them, too. It’s nice to have some color this time of year.
Beautiful.
Thanks, Jacqui. <3
Thanks, D.C. <3