Full Wolf Moon 2:30a.m.

Taking the wild feminine into the night, I pray that she sit at the base of my being.

Placing Flowers

It's been almost three years since putting words to heart, heart to writing. I wasn't sure if I would ever find the place where the ground was solid enough to sit, where the quiet was silent enough to hear, where I could withstand my own reflection, or recognize myself again. But now the sun is setting, and through the internal fog and fright, I have found a seat.

Flowers at the temple door. This line wrote itself inside my falling frame and held me in thin air while a body of loss fell off my bones. Before there was a temple, before I knew anything about where I was....flowers at the feet of the temple door. That's where I wanted to wake up after this lifetime of a cycle ended. That's where I think I am. But it will take days and possibly years to bring it all into view. That's ok. For now, I place the flowers down to rest upon blades of grass so green and moist that I happily steady my gaze there. Words are a lot from this place, but I love the journey too much to keep it to myself.