Meet Buckwheat that travelled miles from a field near the Kern River. Berries that were living in Laguna Beach. Walnut Husk from a farm in Yucaipa and Ash that was left homeless.
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BREATHING CHAPARRAL | JOURNAL
Inhaling steadily, exhaling gently into the fieriness of developing Manzanita skin and glistening like Mountain Mahogany.
Dear Ash,
This is your line.
A line of ideas and creativity.
This sacred simple line.
Sure, it looks like just a line.
But it’s full of your history
and your wisdom
and your experiences.
Remind yourself and them,
this is your line
even if your name isn’t on it,
your name is all over it.
No one can take it from you
No matter how many people they
draw in with their own line.
This one is all you and deep down if they
have a respectful heart
they will leave you and your line alone.
Warmly,
Mom
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