First Harvest Aug 2
So at the First Harvest we look back to the last Winter Solstice and contemplate the wish we made that Eve.
Resigned to the evil I sense in the world. This cycle I realized I have seen this evil smiling, calling me honey, in make-up and high heels. I have also seen this evil as a sneering bully filled with self importance, who could not ever see her own truth. At First Harvest I can say I won't get fooled, ever again. I am loving myself more cleanly than I ever have in the past.
My mind searching searching. Growing far from the seed, my toes dug in, arms up reaching, stretching, struggling to go higher reaching up up, flowers bursting from my fingers, all in my hair tendrils reaching for some anchor, welcoming the pollinators.
Painting: Garden Spirit by Faith Nolton, UK
Her Painting Gallery at SOUL GARDEN