Planting a tree is an act of rebellion.
The dirt nestling under your nails
is the color of well worn boots.
It whispers into the ear
of an eleven year old girl
fifty years from now,
promises her something worth
climbing at dusk. It implies that
she will be here, the tree will be here,
and that this superstar of a moon will still
dance in the smear of a night sky.
Who am I?
I’m a systems engineer and creative coach living in ABQ, NM. I believe that we can intentionally design our lives to align with our deepest dreams and desires.