Wind blowing

When the wind blows, we imagine she is erasing every

injustice,

sweeping misdoings from the east to the west,

making room for something new, a more whole world.

Instead, what we don’t realize is that she is rustling the

tree branches

to sing us a song.

Instead, she is sowing seeds across the landscapes,

seeds that tomorrow will become the beauty that

restores us.

Instead, she’s whispering for us to hold on,

to keep going, to water those seeds,

because one day, they will show us

the way home. ~ Kaitlin B Curtice, Native

How does your imagination hold wind and seed?

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