If only we could post in circles. If pictures were circular, like life and its cycles. Life. Death. Life. • • • Grateful for the sisterhood of strong women who lift me up. Grateful for those who guide me through the darkness into the light. Grateful for the wisdom of the Earth. Grateful for the wisdom of the plants that heal us. Grateful for the teacher plants that show me the ways of my soul. Grateful for this precious Earth and all She provides. Grateful for the rhythms of nature. Grateful for our collective heart beats, of the Earth and our individual ones, expressed in this drum. Awakened by a deeper understanding. Called forth by ancestors, and held by those who carry the medicine of those who came before.