My heart flutters.
Illinois roadside chicory and queen Ann’s lace
Revive feelings of childhood walks along an Ohio bikepath.
Gratitude swells for wise parents who created space for Spirit to speak to me.
My twelve year old self regularly walked with my brother the two miles home from the Dayton Museum of Natural History along a bike path lined with these flowers. Those walks generated experiences of joy and independence, strength and courage.
The call continues to walk in Nature. Roadside flowers remjnd me of the early utterances of its voice.