“Echinacea walks hand in hand with us, over land, through the dry
places and those places, where the clay clings to our feet and
makes every footfall feel like a marathon. Rooting to rise, her
holiness and her wisdom lies in her mighty “yes” to life in all of
it’s suffering and splendor, the barren winters of neglect and
hardship and the bright summers of honeybees and pollen. To know
ourselves in all of our parts, and what is not, so that the “no” is
equally vibrant and verdant, full of integrity and truth, violet
shadows and golden light.”