For when you feel unsupported,
Lay your body down on berth of sand or adrift the rippling bedcloth of water.
Draw a crescent moon with your form against the drip line of tree.
Feel grains loosen under weight of bones and blade curl beneath you.
Feel salt lift aching body up upon its broad and foamy shoulders.
Feel hushed by swamp oak lullaby that sings.
All is well when knees are bent and heads are bowed.
All is well when we return to our wild.
And as you rest,
Watch and listen to how the world responds to a body in need of healing.
Sand will begin to cling to the high tails of wind and gently cover you in her sugary veil.
Water will bounce you upon her lapping tide and ebb you into ease.
Bird will serenade you from her balcony bough and you will be swept into the soft underbelly of a world being lived for you.
Watch the wefting shadow of butterfly as she weaves you back together while bees make honey from the pollen of your stillness.
Stay close enough to the ground that you can smell its sweet medicine and remove the flecks of screen dust from your fingertips by blackening your nails with the peaty reality of a life living just below this one.
One that awaits to be rubbed between your fingertips and become a part of you.
And from this ground,
Sky will paint masterpiece after masterpiece for you.
Just to remind you that all is well when knees are bent and heads are bowed.
All is well when we return to our wild.