Fireweed
“Just like moons and like suns,
With the certainty of tides,
Just like hopes springing high,
Still I’ll rise.”
Many-armed mother of earth? Maybe. Hope does not come easily these days, but like Maya, I still hope. I see a future where the many arms of all our mothers encircle, protect, and nurture that which is most precious at the heart of it all. I see our children safe, happy, and thriving through infinite creativity. I see our strength fully realized through unabated expression and vulnerability. I see our world, a world we all belong to, healing and prospering. We are the fire destroying the systemic ties that keep us bound and we are the life that blooms from the ashes much like the brilliant fireweed wildflower.
