Erin! I feel it. The tree felt it, you felt it, I felt it. Thank you for passing these feelings through the synapses. And asking the tree for forgiveness. I imagine that it's different to the tree when we ask forgiveness, than when we do not ask. Thank you for writing the poem.
Hello Feather, you immaculate lady!
This hit hard this morning. (I just ordered the book from bookshop.org.) oof. here's a go; it's a bit raw.
Today I allowed the chopping of a tree for progress;
I feel an emptiness in my stomach.
Forgive me.
woooow i felt it deeply too 🙏 thank you so much Erin for being as you are
Erin! I feel it. The tree felt it, you felt it, I felt it. Thank you for passing these feelings through the synapses. And asking the tree for forgiveness. I imagine that it's different to the tree when we ask forgiveness, than when we do not ask. Thank you for writing the poem.
oh 700 years is almost now... I am anxiety and full of nerves and unease
I am empty of inspiration
full of love, I die every moment
I expire... I can't see
through the eyes of Feather.
Shit.
I can only love her
700 years is tomorrow. Our poor intestines!
We will be ancient plumbing,
still looking for love.
isn't it a wonderful wonder?
Feather!🪶❤️
She love to hear her name called!