It’s Wednesday again and life continues to move forward. May is here and settling in on a warm breeze. Yesterday evening I attended a special Yen Yoga session in Jungle Gardens on Avery Island (known for its production of Tabasco). The evening was beautiful. A light breeze blew through the canopy of oaks, swaying the Spanish Moss. The calming meditation was just what I needed. I took a photo while lying on the mat looking up into the trees. I wish it were higher quality so you could see the moss that almost looked like blossoms as the setting sun glimmered.
Moss blooms on an evening breeze
Margaret Simon, draft
while yogis stretch in tree pose
longing to be held by Mother Earth.
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Reflections on the Teche 
This photo offers such wonderful perspective, and your words, “longing to be held,” so beautifully capture the tension between grief and comfort. Here is my offering:
In the space where
earth meets sky
sun meets shadow
matter meets form…
be still
and you will find me
Oh Susan, you captured the sacred moment in the last two lines.
Aaaah, Susan, your poem paired with the photo is so restorative and contains the universe.
There is a beautifully calm feeling in your words.
This is simply lovely, Susan!
May you be held by many in your grief, Margaret.
breezes play
branches sway
dawn to dusk
another day
Sounds like a nursery rhyme read aloud.
Love the rhythm and rhyme of this.
knitted in the sky–
branches leaves light
wonder
Knitting is a great metaphor.
I also like your use of knitting here. Trees are definitely wondrous.
Agree. Knitting is perfect.
Press your back
into the green, green grass
Watch trees spin
into infinity
Hold on tight
and let go
Margaret, the picture is beautiful and so is your poem.
You captured my feeling just right.