dragonfly

sitting on semi-wet grass in Park Slope, listening to the rumbling of planes. The grass speaks softly. It gently waves with every gust of wind. Laying on my belly…I don’t do this often especially since getting sick but today I wanted to connect again with the soil. Some days are meant for resting with the Earth. Truly resting. Laying our tired limbs on the brown and green skin of our Mother. Breathing the love created by our Earth giants that reach toward the sky. Listening to the chatter of our avian friends and sitting up to watch our dragonfly spirit guides whisk on by.