As an extension of Her

Permiated.

Penetrated.

My meberane, porous and open.

Receiving the sensuous serenades that surround me.

Profound it is,

the healing capacity

of deep recognition

and surrendered participation

to the wild, raw spaces

of which we live with,

lean to,

and learn from.

From the tree;

How to be strong, yet flexible. With firm boundaries yet immense capacity for calibration. How to be in connection and collaboration and not only accept diversity, but to invite it in, nurture it, and call it home.

From the rain;

Life giving waters. When you hold your power or emotions back, they build up into thick plumes of cumulonimbus clouds, just to fall heavy on the Earth. Let it flow, rain says, let it fall from high, let it bubble forth from deep within, let it carve the land, let it be fierce, and let it be too much. Let your tears be simultaneously the most destructive force and the most nourishing at the same time. You never know what it will transform along the way.

From the bird;

Sing loud! Use your voice to speak your truth proud! Don’t take the blessing of breath and a vocal cord for granted. We all have gifts, and we all have something of value to share. Lets make a dawn chorus out of it, making space for ALL voices to be heard.

From the rocks;

Solid as stone, yet continuously giving way to the forces of which they cannot control. Giving themselves, their mineralized bodies, in service to the world to feed the soils, nourish the waters, to make the sand without even trying… nothing but ease and surrender. And through this same surrender, building mountains, causing earthquakes, telling stories and sharing secrets of an ancient world. The ancestors of all ancestors.

From the fungi;

Taking death and ushering it across the threshold into new life. Decomposing. Recomposing. The grand molecular alchemists of our living Earth. Reminding us that it is okay, necessary actually, to let things die so they can be reborn again in new form. To let things rot. Interface organisms, bridgers of the darkness and light, thriving in the liminal. The masters of the spaces in-between the binaries, that queer space where creativity, adaptability and ingenuity comes alive.

I bow to you.

I bow to all my teachers in this life who so effortlessly show me the ways

to live a life of service

to be in reciprocity

to be in right relationship

to be a tender of the wild spledor

from coast to coast.

She reaches out, to and through me

Beckoning me to lay on the wet, soft earth that holds me

and reminds me,

that I too, am this very same Love

that I feel for Her!

For all of me

is but an extension of Her.