HeartBeets

I am sitting here drinking

something new—

beet juice kombucha,

I am not sure I like the way

I can taste the dirt

still clinging to the beet

after such a journey

it’s taken to become

the elixir in my glass…

yet I know am grateful

for the depth of what I can feel,

this healing hydration

of deepest aliveness,

reminds me how much

my broken open heart

can hold, still feel

after such a journey of becoming

As if my blood is super oxygenated

with the steepening of compassion,

both received and given

Like this liquid fermented beet

enriched to the deepest possible

formation of life affirming magenta

how connected we all are…

everything…

the betacyanins, the hemoglobins

the dirt, the grief, the sweet, the joy

even a juiced beet & a broken heart

Heartbeets, footsteeps, pulsing here

I am alive to feel & to heal

To drink it all in

**Inspired by drinking iggys beet lemon zest kombucha for the first time the same day I received the poem “beets” from Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer wordwoman.com