Earth –
firm land –
binds me fast,
roots me to soil.
So why, then, does my heart yet dream of wings?


Day three of 28 days of Self-Love and Grace has us “grounding” and writing a Tetractys, a poetic form consisting of at least 5 lines of 1, 2, 3, 4, 10 syllables (total of 20).

I walked around in the unexpected, cool rain of summer.  As I squished my toes in mud and walked over countless bits of microscopic life, my heart and head were continually called to the noise of the hadedas and starlings in the trees overhead.  One particularly raucous group of ibis flew as I approached, and I felt myself yearning to rise with them.
I chastised myself and redirected my thoughts to ground and squishy mud, but today my head was in the clouds.