🚀 go-pugleaf

As I stare out my office window and observe the tree in the court yard
I wonder if I should reject it because it grew up different than me.
I wonder if it rejects me for the same reason.  Yet we occupy the same
court yard space from time to time.  It brings me morning doves and
humming birds to remind me that I am alive and that I am one with the
vast universe, what a treasure for my heart. I bring it good thoughts
and awareness that it is alive and we are not separate but one.

Another thought...  Women who reject male-to-female transsexuals in
women only spaces are behaving like men that create hierarchies to
establish rank to feed their needy egos or am I out in left
transgendered field?

Male-to-female transsexuals looking overly made up and dressed in
inappropriate style are really female brains unfolding in a second
puberty.  What a privilege to watch such a rare flower bloom.  Feed it
healing love and watch it change colors and forms before your very
eyes.  Take love from the space and watch YOUR own soul dry out and
crack as the flower dies before your eyes as would mine own if I cut
down the tree in my office court yard.

Lucy J.

BTW, would some one mention what 'motss' stands for, I haven't a clue.
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