Saturday, March 6, 2010

Folk along my seventh plane

We do yoga
We meditate
We touch
We talk
We silently sit
We cry
We laugh
We visit the naturopath
Massages and biblical diets
We visit the healer
He chants
We visit the intuit
She looks
We feed the wildlife and they chatter at us
I say thank you for the people who shape my life
The words that eased my pain this week, this last year
I love you