on this full moon, we walk out to the field to garden and as we harvest we see so clearly what has been growing in us over the past few moons… some fruits we savor, some we compost… in this field of silence under the supermoon, we hear whispers of this season to go to ground, to root in the earth, our belonging place, to germinate and contemplate what wants to emerge as we walk deeper and deeper into the earth of being and becoming and through the rains with shimmering light filtering through revealing a golden treasure along the rainbow trail… our transforming Self in glowing detail…