And Such is Destiny
Elizabeth ShewanShare
Walking the fields flush with wheat reminds me of how ancient life is.
The repetitive nature of life's cycles needing structured and disciplined routines to make it through each season, each cycle, a spiral rises.
The feeling of wealth and sustenance abound.
How far we have lived.
Our ancestors recycle in the terra firma, living through us eternal as we ingest, create, invest a fertile land, to prosper, to bequeath.
We are blessed, chosen.
Our future calls each and every one of us, in each moment that passes, each small step at a time to account each move we forge, decision we reach, each stand we make, to protect this gift that keeps on giving.
A fertile land we must protect, from pernicious intent, from devouring dominion.
The bread of life, we weave, transform into growth and maturity through the ethereal labyrinthine, an expanding symmetry moment upon moment upon coming times.
And such is destiny.
