Sitting quietly on my meditation cushion I soften into the purity of absolute stillness and become like an unborn baby receiving nourishment from her mother.
As seeds sprout into fields of wildflowers, so this food for my soul awakens a dormant wisdom within my cells.
The wildflowers delight in connecting to this wisdom in others – sometimes fallow, sometimes in full bloom. And so it ripples outwards until it explodes into an inter-being that cares equally for the big things like plastic drinking straws floating in the ocean, and the little things like the funny-sad smile of a friend.

Amy Mongie