I did not write this, nor did I create this image. But I love it!

She's taking the bad out of the word attachment. She does not know any other way to be. How do you tell a tree not to clutch the earth? She had never bought the divide between matter & spirit. Matter matters to her. She has nothing to renounce.

Her god does not live in heaven. Her spirituality is earthy, not lofty. It is succulent, not sanitised. It is rooted, not run away.

Her cords of attachment touch everything. Through them she's right now giving love transfusions to all that is gasping for life. You can see she is busy.

She could be down on her knees in the mud planting bulbs, or at her laptop doing a tele-summit. Each is transmitting the exact same thing.

She's the Preistess of the Doorless Temple.