06/08/2025
grandmother moon
offering soothing songs
as I journey through transition
held in moonlight love
swaying in oceanic midnight grief
swallowing travellers whole
in the starlit lilac sea
lengthening my breath
as I enter the bone deep waters
of who I was
and who I am to be
every wave summoning me
to soften
and find stillness
surrendering and witnessing
the threshold
at the altar of my becoming
as my heart aches
and beats ever so softly
between endings and beginnings
an ancient bull drum beat stirs and wakes
deepening a soul calling
to travel the northern seas
of the wise ways, mystics and stories
through many cities
to the barren lands
once tended to by my ancestors’ hands
but as they prepare me
to walk with them as kin, not tourist
they strip me
of all I thought I needed
an initiation and answer for all that I seeded
but as I sit here
admiring the liminal space in between
catching my breath from the waves of grief
my heart skips a beat
as I take a seat
and truly admire
each moment
in the wild, unpredictable,
awe‑filled beauty
of all that life could be
when we deeply trust
in the riddles of the great mystery
and begin to see
all that needed to be
the way it needed to be
will be the way it needs to be
return to the great ancient pull
of our inner spiralic cellular moonlit sea
awakening our instinctual key
