We’ve all got flowers and weeds.  We’re a natural garden.  All nature has balance–fire and ice, floods and spring rain.  But nature is by itself, neutral.  There isn’t a bad god in the sky that purposefully creates a forest fire just to be mean.  Alternatively it isn’t a good goddess who makes sure that all the little fawns live to be old stags with huge racks.  Nature is, pure and simple.

But my human brain dresses up all sorts of stories to tell me I’m more–and less.

I’m sticking with nature today, and feeding the best of me, letting the weeds of me wither.

Feed me Wondrous One!  Feed me!