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If you are alive — whether of blood or bark — you will be struck by pain, love, longing, fear, anger, and the particular ache of sadness. There will be joys that quiver your leaves and betrayals that will sever your roots, poisoning the water you pull. These are the varying notes in the music of living. Look up, to close your eyes is to stagnate. To rot and stop the song.

My gift to you is to know that we are here, all around you, talking to one another and dreaming of your success. Sorcery is everywhere, in the silver stroll of a slug and lighting up the very veins of you. Open those beautiful eyes to a world who is a mosaic of magic. She is just waiting for you to notice.

Kira Jane Buxton, Hollow Kingdom

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We see you, see ourselves and know
That we must take the utmost care
And kindness in all things.

Joy Harjo, “Eagle Poem”

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…the more you learn about an animal, the more improbable it seems…

Kathleen Dean Moore, “Alamo Canyon Creek”

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Calliandra

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Chillin with my avatar

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Acrylic paint on stone by RebelXIII