Be here. Away from the busy world, the trap of your thoughts, the ache of your heart, your disbelief. Within this simple time and place, this verdant space, anything can be unwound. Feel the earth. And let the breeze surround you in lavender-scented possibility. Come, sit in the center, in the womb, that is both
Warming morning rays have not yet reached her tissue-paper-thin wings. She is caught, immobile.
Silence… …sweet, blessed void… Refuge. Solace. And… …the only space… in which she can truly hear.
The tide rose without her noticing. She is drowning. In an ocean of voices. Their clashing rhythms crashes over her. Deep. High. Fast. Slow. She imagines a bubble, like a deep-sea diver’s helmet, set squarely upon her broad shoulders. Meant to keep the voices out. To keep her thoughts her own. Her own. The voices
Walking down the asphalt path, she felt a quickening. A pull towards happiness. A push from wonder. An intake of breath. Her eyes opened wider. Feet moved faster. Bird song. So loud their music, all other noise evaporated— traffic people the sound of her anticipation. She looked to the trees, expecting to see them full
Unveiled, God’s brilliance is dazzling. Unveiled, God’s work is breathtaking. Unveiled, God’s precious one realizes What an incredible gift Life is. Bigger than I thought. More than I thought. Love beyond words. The mask I wore lay at my feet, Replaced by another— Wiser, Stronger, Closer to the Truth, And not afraid to roar.
Feathers brush my new skin like a lover’s touch. “Who are you,” Owl whispers into my heart. “Who am I, Mother Father God,” I pray, “What am I?” Warmth and Light envelop me. “Ah yes,” I sigh, “I remember.”
Courageous Lion. Untamed. Free. Bearer of Light and Power, Because he remembers who he is. He walks into the fire, Kisses Dragon’s beautiful black nose, And sends him to sleep. Lion gathers the jewels And lays them at my feet. In the Light, they transform— Hard edges crack And melt. Wings sprout. A cloud of
Dragon dwells in darkness. In old, mysterious, forgotten places He hoards the hard-edged jewels I have held dear— Unworthiness Smallness Fear He keeps them safe in his cold grip, Croons and coddles and polishes them with fire. In their gleaming facets he admires himself. He doesn’t realize the reflection is distorted. Cold and dark have
Quietly Snake caresses the branch above, twining her way towards me. I watch— stomach churning, fists and jaws clenched. I know she brings my Good, She sees beyond this mask. Why am I afraid? Her breath is sweet. Her kiss is brief. And as I stand shaking, I wonder, What did Eve feel? Did she