by Deb Banks, daughter of Janet
This piece was written for Deep Peace, our celebration of mothers, in 2018.
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Close your eyes
And settle your mind
Taste the spring air
Smell the wet soil
Hear the stream full and rushing
Feel you feet on the ground
Our roots go deeper than
We will ever know
Hidden from our view
Roots, seeds and all manner of being
Are held by our Earth Mother
Until it is time to arise
Never too early
Never too late
Always arising at the moment
When She knows
It’s time
She does not think
Or overanalyze
If the time if right
It just is
She does not stop to worry
If all the pieces will fall into
Their proper place
They will
She does not fret that it will not be
Easy
It won’t
She is not afraid
Of failure
It’s not a matter of…
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