Grandma's Garden

In a journey, my grandmother came to me in the form of an owl. She perched on my shoulder. Her weight was surprising there. She lead me down a dark, earthen tunnel… and we emerged in a mossy rainforest. We walked into a clearing. Boulders were arranged into a circle. Grandmother took her human form. We sat and talked. About many things - it seemed like the knowledge contents of the cosmos - and yet it was all so simple.

Then the others came. Other Sister Grandmothers with their wisdoms. Together, we communed.