24 Sep
Butterfly where might you land
On top of the Zinnia
Or in the palm of my hand
Will you come to the garden?
We planted just for you
Drinking sweet nectar
Dancing the way you do
There are all your favorite flowers
We’ll watch you for hours
‘til the sun goes down
When you are not to be found
These butterflies didn’t come for flowers. They have come for the sap seeping from a wounded Oak in my yard.
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Free, the greatest dog!
Michelle writes about her life, her journey with chronic pain and illness, healing and hope, and a personal account of how the love of dogs helps along the way. She has traveled the mental healthcare system with her adult son, who has inspired integrating holistic healthcare. Michelle finds healing in nature, is in love with the wild things, her family and a dog, of course.
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