the cycles of a woman's heart

I have not had the chance to write here for a little while. I've been wandering amongst daisies and dreams, waiting with not as much patience as I ought to have for the budding of little roots in my heart.

I think the woman, same as the earth, circles through seasons, and her greatest wisdom lies in learning how to nurture herself and her loved ones with the the different provisions of each season. Now the medicinal flowers, now the need for warmth, now the long bright quiet hours, now the nuts that fall from fading things. 

photo from rainology
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