Not All Who Wander Are Lost.

my mind a labyrinth of thoughts
blending twisting
flashes of faces
old places and
ways of being
so many letters to write
that i will
never
send
speaking now
for what was voiceless before
there is a need to ROAR-
dear Sisters,
ROAR.

learning fierce compassion
replacing
reaction
with kindness and grace
learning lessons
long avoided
in many ways.

trusting inner Knowing
inner Wisdom
inner Woman
i become more instinctual
lower to the ground
and crouching
tense
this
Animal
in me
is
Growing
and
i
love
it.

writing new songs
dancing
down
the street
there is a River of Creation
flowing
out of me.

Thank you God for inspiration
for breath
for realization
for rest
for All that This Is
for relationship
and understanding
for a too-big heart
for sensitivity
for sight

I reject no part of me
created inherently
in a Holy image

Thank you God
for You
in Me.