Carriese 𖦹 Woven Earth Traditions

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Mornings on the land // Mornings that feel like prayer

Sunrise, soil, and the sweet, rhythmic chaos of home.

We are slowly finding ourselves here-the unfurling in each of us looking different

Emil chops wood and waters plants

Astraea feeds animals, picks plums and collects eggs

I harvest, medicine make and coweave spells of protection

There is a soft rewilding happening here

A wakefulness in our breath

A collaboration with one another along with the ecosystem that is here

The trees, are so tall. The forest animals are robust. The creek flows. The patterns in the wide sky melt me every evening.

Land beneath our feet the moments we rise

Is so so healing, enlivening, deepening, rich.

A peace that sinks down to the core of me

A belonging A remembrance A concentric prayer