wild-grown therapy

gushing river over stones over toes and into soul therapy through medicine that’s wild-grown respite in my appalachian home

love note to communion

under the marbled May moon spring peepers holler from the tree line the scent of vetiver on my hair respirating grass beneath my palms i am alone, and aloneness is a gift sacred time meant for communion with the divine

love note to the transcendent

like all my favorite romances flirting, no expectations and reciprocity you seeking me as i stumbled onto the path of you surprised i find myself in a budding new love affair with the transcendent