I am so grateful to live in the age of trees.
Trees hold the Earth and sky together.
Fungi hold trees together.
I hold myself together.
But sometimes I slip through my fingers.
I would like to be well rooted.
I would like to connect to others through a mycelial network.
I would like to branch out toward the sky.
I would like to breath and by breathing provide others with the air to breath.
But sometimes I forget to draw in nutrients.
Sometimes I forget which way to grow.
Sometimes I can’t feel my connection to others.
Sometimes I forget that I am beautiful.