Taking my shovel out of the shed, to find cobwebs and dust filled shelves. Realizing that this winter left it’s mark, forcing everyone to retreat inward. The fresh spring air invigorates my senses, a deep inhale motivates me to return to the garden.
Fingers interlacing with the roots within the soil. Feet grounded into the presence of Earth. My skin warmed by the rays of a powerful sun. The spring equinox is returning. Illuminating the space between death and rebirth. Grounding into this physical plane and flying into the interstellar realms of creation. This moment has been preparing it’s arrival. Through sudden warm days that infringe a sweat upon the lip as you make your way across town. Through the birds feasting atop the snow, delightfully filling their bellies with worms. Spring has been slowly entangling us in her presence through the warmth of the wind and the dew of a crisp morning. The angle of the sun and moon sweep across the landscapes. Fresh life begins to emerge through the branches.
WARRIOR WOMAN 