A peach tree is growing somewhere; and the fruit is ripe, juicy and sweet... just like it was in our great grandparent's day.  Grown in our ancestors’ way, it beckons us all to come!  We so honestly miss the smell of a fully ripened Sun god soaked peach; with its sticky juice running opulently down our chins.  How we miss it, the taste, the smell the feel between our lips.  You know, we need to go... on a sacred quest to find that delicate little fruit tree; and ask its permission to taste of its fruit, and then agree to be personally healed by the sacred naturalness of it all!  Next, me must honor the little peach tree and her divine symbolic meaning in our lives; by taking the pit/the seed of her womb, left over from our joy, into our hands; then gently carry it back home to our cities and countries to plant in remembrance of all that once was natural and sweet and full of life-force energy!

Even movement we make is watched closely by eyes that have an op-pion of us.  We dwell in a transparent world of "wondering why?"  Why she or he did that?  Why he or she didn't do that?   Makes our steps pretty important to those who have the time to mind our way of being in the world today.

Taking a piece of silk, or satin, in your hands; feeling it gently; how wonderful it feels! It does not resist your touch, as your fingers glide along the beautiful inviting surfaces of rich colors. How nice if our lives were the same....smooth and yielding to our finger's gentle touch.  By FoodForHearts2