There is a garden growing in a pot by my wall,
but it is also growing in my bones.
Corn, beans, and squash
the ancient ones, the story keepers, the breath of the land
planted not just for harvest, but for memory.
In this episode, I share a soul-tending reflection from the garden…
a transmission that came through while walking the land,
listening to the whispers of ancestors braided into the roots.
It is a prayer, a remembering, a poetic offering
from the sacred ground of my Three Sisters garden.
May it nourish you,
as these Sisters have nourished me.
Learn how ancestor gardening touches my soil soul.
~Chonteau
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