by NalaWalla | Jun 14, 2018 | ancestors, ancestral nutrition, food activism, griefwork, liberation practice
I walk quietly on barefeet through my garden, erupting with summer solstice blooms, butterflies filled to bursting with nectar. I have to expand my ribs….. lower, around the sides…to be able breathe in all this in. To really eat this beauty. I slow...
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