One hand on pelvic cradle
one hand on solid stone
I complete the energetic circle
that brought me into beingof this earth
on this earth
from this earthmy body woven with the mysteries
of time and space
my life connected
to those around me
human and nonhumanclosed eyes blessed by sunshine
body held in stone embrace
mind stilled
shoulders relaxed
heartbeat in my veins
matched to the pulse of Life itselfShe is weaver
and web
I am weaver
and web
and this great, grand, unimaginable
tapestry of being
is holy and eternal
magnificent and microscopichand on pelvic cradle
hand on solid stoneenergy flow
of cellular connection
unbreakable
in its potency
everchanginghand on pelvic cradle
hand on solid stoneI draw in the breath of life
draw in my awareness of connection
to the intricate web of incarnationGoddess is my name for
that which holds the whole
that which weaves the all
that which knows the story of the ageshand on pelvic cradle
hand on solid stoneI feel the fire in my heart
the red thread in my veins and womb
connects me to women of all times and places
the breath of life in my lungs
the kiss of Earth along my spine…(3/31/13)
I’m out-of-town right now and away from my sacred space in the woods. Luckily, I’m still surrounded by trees and beautiful countryside. It is hard sometimes when traveling to maintain my sense of connection/grounding/”real life” and so when I came across this poem from last month, I knew it was the perfect time to post it. I needed the reminder of my own connection and groundedness!
Last night the full moon was gorgeous! I felt like gathering some women and having a ritual and I sure wanted some drums! We’re staying at a conventionally religious center though and while there are some kindred spirits in residence there are also those who would look very askance at rituals in the moonlight. So, I went out alone with my little altar items from home and sat under the moon for a while, admiring it, saying more goodbyes to my grandma, and trying to soak in some peace from what had been a pretty stressful and exhausting day.
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