out behind winn dixie
steps from the blacktop
palms, grapevines, and wild blackberry
prevail over the discarded debris of civilization,
reclaiming the land for us all.
may we grow ever more thankful
for the nature of earth to renew herself,
and find ways to nurture renewal in ourselves
and in the world.
I have always loved the boundaries of civilization, the narrow places where wildness and civilization collide . . . the weeds that sprout from the cracks in the sidewalk, the vacant lot vibrant with plant life and the cast-off things of city life . . . today a short teaching arrived in my inbox at around the same time I was finding a home for this goddess . . .it's called "See the Wild in the Made".