Guides at the crossroads

“Patience at the crossroads,”

she softly reminds me.

“Distractions will come, but you have your sight set

and your path lays before you.”

Each step, each candle lit

illuminates the way,

casting shadows that dance

in the forest, pregnant and supple with meaning

of which I meander through.

“Turn to your compass when you lose your way...

No, the one on the inside, by your heart.

and remember, you can turn to your supports

when you forget how to use it.”

So when I forget,

which we all do sometimes,

I turn to the plant allies, for they remind me of the light.

I turn to the fungi, they remind me of interdependence, of rebirth, of rot, of cyclical nature.

I turn to my mother, for she reminds me that I am unconditionally loved.

I turn to the soil, it reminds me where I came from, and where I will one day return.

I turn to wild foods, they remind me that life is abundant, and that I am worthy.

I turn to the garden, it reminds me that growth is slow, tender and rewarding.

I turn towards the sky, it reminds me of the spaciousness of life, and that theres always room to grow.

I turn towards color, it reminds me of diversity, of playfulness.

I turn towards breath, it reminds me of simplicity, of basic needs.

I turn towards the trees, they always remind me of my humble place in the story of all things.

I turn to anything beautiful, it reminds me of whats inside.

I turn towards myself, She will guide the way.