Monday, April 23, 2012
Now Spring has sprung, the seeds must have time to sprout. Amid the winds there is calm, a pause between the roar. My son needs time to do his work, and I will be here to watch him grow. From behind clouds the light will soon glow and help the roots take hold. For now I am staying close to home. For awhile my job is to be here, be calm, be silent. I am forming a plan for the next walk in the West, repairing the world, tending my nest, watering the seeds. I am walking everyday. I talk about loving yourself, about the Movement-movement. For awhile I will love myself, move myself and watch the seed grow in silence.