Tribe.net. Local Connections Wild Flower http://getfreaky.tribe.net/thread/811e5a6d-f8d3-4515-beca-32cf0f5d340e#dac3cd74-e418-417e-97d6-64fd0042b6a9 2009-05-01T19:50:00Z 2009-05-01T19:50:00Z

"The river asked me to be her fingers her voice her song. I don't remember saying "yes" that day I offered to help clean up, but here I am dancing her into wholeness and beauty. Segments of my life on seemingly unrelated streams and branches weave together in a flowing undulating tapestry as the watershed unveils herself to me through me in me. Burning desire to know about her-story, who drank from her waters before in birchbark, in cabins, in mills, in factories, in suburbs? How can I feel her sense of transformation of the slime and dumps, the stench and cement banks of the hopeless reputation into greenbelts, wetlands, joy-filled parks, wild reserves? When did I say I would spend my days connecting the places opening my eyes and their eyes to her web of grace? To come to know her intimately over hundreds of square miles to feel her voice whisper or cry, "Have you noticed this? Show them this! my colors, my offerings my stories of her-story/"

Wild Flower 2009-05-01T19:50:00Z