By Elizabeth Eilers Sullivan

You are the sun and the moon and the rain

and the sweet mist of dew rising off the morning grass.

You are the melting mountain snow seeping into streams

and coursing over rocks.

You are the leaves and the trees and the limbs

connected to the trunk rooted

into the brown earth’s dirt rising up to the sky…

You are the whispers of tomorrow

and the beating of today

and the story of yesteryear.

You are all that was

and will ever-be and

the generous echoes of yes in

a canyon’s sweet walls.

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Editor: Dana Gornall



Elizabeth Eilers Sullivan

Elizabeth Eilers Sullivan, MA, MFA, is a writer, SourcePoint Therapy practitioner and SomaYoga teacher. With four young boys, adventure and learning to live well while supporting others in health is a joy. Yoga, writing and wellness take her into schools, across states and out into nature, where she feels at home and blissfully grateful for this wild and wonderful life. Read more from Elizabeth at Writing from the Nest.

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