Mother Cedar Sings the Cycles of the Loving Earth. We dance and we dream. We draw our sustenance from the story of Life Returning. Old supports new with body and breath. New supports old with beauty and stamina.
These fine ladies are holding the ground at a bluffside park in town. You can tell by their fanciful smiles that the whole neighborhood stops by to chat. And get the latest on who's been seen picnicking nigh. The stories are fit for supper or a leisurely afternoon tea.
As I waved goodbye the ladies whispered their love for the two legged kind. For in pictures they live on, in stories Divine.