Our Keepers

 

Wild flowers are remarkable, powerful, familial, and vital Medicine. 

For us, sure, but more so for our keepers, the pollinators, and Nona Gaia herself, and all her kin.

It's a damning shame that far too many of us two-leggeds blessed with a patch of earth mow them down before they're ever able to offer their full expression. 

Of what are we afraid?
Who's lead are we following?
Is scarcity our altar?

Is conformity our altar? 

Is the normalcy of the lords 'n' masters our altar?
Something else?

Askin' for a friend, as is said. 

Peace. 🕊

A version of this entry was originally posted June 5, 2019 at When Weeds Whisper.