Special to us, a tour of car time. A hand on my leg and time together hashing out solutions to solving our world. Excited to see those who we can connect with along the way. Up early to start the round.
Meditative. Repetitive. Hypnosis from the motion or from the hundreds of plume, stalks, and heads peering back at you like a choreographed flash mob moving to the rhythm of earth’s song. A tempo you can’t help but tune into and then your eyes adjust and the majesty takes over lifting the entire experience up to the lips of the Mother whispering her sentiments upon us. With each swipe of seed you fall a little more in love with the glory bestowed on us to steward.