Snag just is! Her roots no longer reach deeper into the black soil. Her limbs no longer push out new green growth. Her bleached white form simply leans against the immense blue bowl of the sky and holds space. She is a resting spot for birds, a restaurant for insects, a shelter for small four legged critters.
I, myself tend to be an intervener, pushing, prodding, and involving myself in any and all activity around me. I want the scoop. I have opinions. I give advice. I make plans. This is the song of myself. I sing it unabashedly, but I notice the grace of Snag's offered limbs, and I will take longer deeper breathes between each stanza. Especially in my role as a mother, I want to practice just being there.