April 1 writtten

 Returning 

I close my eyes

I see myself in a field 
Flowing dress with flowers- yellow buttercups 
Butterflies 🦋 traveling with me
To the garden 
I plant seeds in Mother Earth 
And they take root
And I’m producing and feeding and nurturing all as has always been all as it will always be

A wicker basket dangles from my wrist I’m collecting flowers vegetables I grow - there a bike
With a basket and the sun kisses my face and I ride with the wind 

Returning
I’m landing at jfk

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