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Cattails


 This morning’s sunrise hike was through my yard with the pups. The sun tinted the cattails in such a way…it was pretty. 

But cattails aren’t just pretty. During one of our nature hikes I learned about the editable qualities of cattails. Poultices can be made from the crushed roots that can be used on cuts, burns and bruises. 
But the most special association with cattails, for me, is “peace.” It is said that the bulrush flower spike, given as a gift, is intended as a symbol to end any conflict. 
If only…
Prayers for sunrises lighting the way towards peace, on all corners of our earth. 
A more than pretty way to begin any day.

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