~♡☆ a lost blue cloud casted a rain spell upon the bush stone curlew's eggs, sending them off to sleep ~ to bring healin to this silly ol spell the creatures of the bush brought offerings to the curlew pieces of golden goo, a tree sap made of sun, rain n soil energy. many a time far away it was whispered between the native blue banded bees that this warm golden sap returned life force to those who lay in slumber ♡☆~ n that bee a little bushy childrens tale. me n mama mango tree here are connected. see she has been sleeping for two years. flowering abundantly but then the heavy spring winds and storms wisp away her fruit ~ Take your time mama, i feel through you i listen with you🌳🐝 i got you mama mango n you got me ~♡☆ blood balancin we ☆♡~ write a little scribble feel it and let it go ~~~ an experience this afternoon felt like a mature hard brown n unforgiving coconut to the hoo haa, though ~ i feel discouraged when tremendous efforts are seen to be a tid bit less tremendous ~~~ aayaa wompawomp ~ reminding me yet again that my bounds of healin weavin cannot be seen ♡ oh that bee okay. let us all be mind full of the language we choose to speak with one another~let us share compasssion~we each have unique experiences that cannot be judged by anyone or anything else other than how we feel ourselves 🐝💛 i am heard. i am listening. i am tired. i am grateful. but i am oh so tired. i am oh so tired.