Sequoia: healing from the roots up

( Francesca Woodman- Then at one point _Providence, Rhode Island 1978) Bless the quiet mornings when no one is up and I am alone. Bless the still, tall trees outside my window. Bless the bright stars in the night sky. Bless the stillness. Bless the pile of dishes, and bless my lover, who will do the dishes today. Bless the way he will pile them haphazardly and precariously to dry, and not dry, on and off the rack. Bless the used green tea bags, and the red polka dot bowl with remnants of cottage cheese in it. Bless the empty bottle of wine. Bless the half full bottle of wine. Bless the Netflix documentaries. Bless the exhaustion. Bless the warmth of two bodies sleeping beside each other. Bless the waking up from a good dream. Bless the surge of tenderness you feel for another human being. Bless the kisses. Bless the quiet before a day full of talk and doing. Bless the quiet after a day full of talk and doing. Bless the pile of poetry books. Bless the Marim...

I come from adventure I come from wild sky I come from open I come from deep green I come from remember I come from song I come from sisterhood I come from grace I come from ancient I come from valley I come from peoples I come from witch I come from plants I come from iron I come from clay I come from voice I come from play I come from land I come from prayer I come from tears I come from the Grandmothers I come from bones I come from wings I come from time I come moving, alive, old, wise, sad, vibrant, free I come I come I come alive