Meanwhile, I Keep Dancing

Stone and Foundation I am of the green grass in Baltane time I am of the stars in the sharp cold of Imbolc I am the dream of flowers in Ostara's hour waiting, warming seeds, eyes blinking open I am the-forever-becoming a spinning whirling snake eating it's own tail creating from destruction Rock of fire, rock of time shapes of whirling early mind contort the fabric of earth all'round in this sacred circle found only silence, stilled the birds sunlight slant and shadow words on this center stone are heard whispers distant that will be learned I found you on a somber stroll I found you though I did not seek you, no I found you like a treasure lost and here I sit, student, upon the moss I fought my way here, in mud worn hiking boots I lost my way here, tripping over roots no direction, no need, just discovery made I sought an escape from my homemade mundane The sky held a storm at bay charcoal dark, splattering rai

I know it isn't actually the 11th, that technically I'm cheating. I've decided to use old poems I have written over the last few months to populate the days I missed. Guilty, but only a little bit. I have discovered for myself, that if a rule I make doesn't help me achieve what the rule was set out to do, question the rule. Break the rule. And now, for your reading pleasure, the past. ---------------------------------------------------- The Walker in the Wood My feet know where to go, though my head I leave behind heavy a treasure lost at the bottom of the world The path is icy, early November the light between the stark branches like an elegant lady of a manor house floating, distant a shard of warmth falls upon my cheek, and in that moment my chest can expand my feet know the path and like grim foot soldiers they lead me in into that wood Early in the week my lifeboat was turned over, and marooned I went flailing about sa

InstaHell I lived my own personal Hell today I set it up for myself chose to try my hand at Instacart took the plunge, why not, a girls gotta eat chose a 30+ item shopping list as my first, in a store I've never been in  at peak shopping time how innocent I once was, two hours ago... dodging up and down aisle's retracing steps moving my mini-cart out of the way of other frantic, stressed shoppers seeking, oh I was seeking the last item on the Priority list: Brach's Easter Jelly Bird Eggs

Candied Orange Peels I feel like a mad scientist concocting and inventing some rare-never-before-seen thing I chew and slurp on orange flesh mixing sugar, cinnamon, cardamom, cloves heat it up! Why not!? Set to simmer, leave to do it's thing tasty, chewy, gooey orange/chai creations await my eager mouth Fancy candy makes me feel fancy

Shift/Reset Listen that singing, in the trees as the wind moves through that is your mind letting go

April 7 th Caretaker When I was born, into this female body I was told you will take care of others You will love, and give you will smile and always be happy because the world is dark, and you must lift up those around you connect to those around you that is your purpose and I said yes because I wanted to belong, and I signed with blood along the dotted line for 30 years I discovered what that meant and how it would weigh, how the fine print on that promise would go on and on for pages how critical that Authority voice would be, if I chose to be “selfish” this Agreement was my Bootcamp where rebellion was met with harsh words and rigorous punishment broken I was broken down and pasted back together into a mold of a Perfect Lady a Good Girl understanding supportive bright healer welcoming teacher and anything else I would self-flagellate away I was very good at punishing myself My rebel never left, though and her voic