Awakening in a frantic jolt like I’d been struck by lightning. Birds begin their morning songs bringing me to my present senses. The rising of a new morning is underway yet the air remains calm as the business of a Tuesday has yet to begin. My body senses some tension, I honour this present moment as it allows me to come home to myself. Tracing the lines of separation I have created, taking the eraser and clearing any trace of limited thinking. I cannot be confined into a cramped space beneath the root of the trees. I am meant to run rampant like the squirrels, fly free with the hawks and nourish the soil like the worms. All in one. Balanced. Grounded and etheric. This morning I give thanks for the presence of Earth. Heart beating strong with the memories of thousands of generations. Our ancestors living within the cracks and crevasses of our own heart, we kept looking within the tombs, yet they lay in the eggs of our enclosed womb. The prayer of a life to walk the land soon. I hold myself in respects knowing that what i choose each day sets the course of my actions. Remaining strong in this body I drift back to sleep as my prayers are carried to the mystery of life, great spirit, I am, ready.
WARRIOR WOMAN 