Waitingin that still space,between the rising and waning,waxing and setting.Waitinguntil the heartbeat of the earthreaches up into her corewith its raucous, teeming, wild, ragged beauty;its roots crackingthe hard stonejust enoughfor her to begin softening intowhat wants to be bornin us,through us,and for us.Again.
Trusting the Knowing In the teeming forestthey standembodied in shadow,the ones who know,holding the wisdom of generationsthat is imprinted in my bones.They are intuition,myself, but not only myself;Love, Beauty, Sophia,They meet me in the quiet placeswhen I am stilland when I ask.May the blessing… Continue Reading “Trusting the Knowing”
Bringing Forth Beauty Awakening,I standbetween the cocoon of the night,and the unfolding of the day,connected by my rootsto the vast aching beautythat is Creation herself.And while my rootshold me and nurture me,they also release meto see beyond myself,to see the blazing sunin the dying… Continue Reading “Bringing Forth Beauty”
Dancing with Trees The late summer heat shimmers on my leaves, my sap pulsing and throbbing in my limbs, Beckoning to you in the breeze, come dance with me. Set aside your trembling, look deep in your heart. I have been waiting Standing strong for you… Continue Reading “Dancing with Trees”
Trees Dancing with Me Until I found your buried rootsI had forgottenthis dance of lifecoursing in my blood like sap.Your strengthstands tallwinter after winter,hardened to the cold.Yet at your core,you dancewith an undying firesustained by rootsreaching down to our ancestors.This dance,holding strong your heart,my… Continue Reading “Trees Dancing with Me”
The Edge of the Moon The endless music calls from the dark green depths Softening the edges and absorbing the burning brightness from the day. The incessant voice of the wind tickling, nudging, pulling, generating the desire to dive in the ancient waves to… Continue Reading “The Edge of the Moon”