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
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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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