Ground

I wondered what to do with this prompt,

because thinking about the word "ground" 

led in multiple directions.

I worshiped the ground my ex walked on,

at least until his behavior forced me

to accept that I was better off without him.

But there's no photo for that, 

unless the heart in this one is edited

and replaced with a broken one.

And that's all water under the bridge now.

Grounded.

Well there's the kind of grounded

that my parents adhered to during my teen years.

I had a lot of experience with grounded.

Now my groundedness is a little different --

a reward after years of cultivating peace and presence

and listening to my inner wisdom.

There's walking on holy ground.

There's the ground of being,

from which all things emerge

and return.

Well. . .  almost everything.