My cells are over flowing with upgrades and transmissions, body tingling with the cognizant reclamation of spirit, human senses stimulated into sensual response mechanisms. My heart beats with the spirit of this land the aina, the Mother, the nurturer, the backbone and roots. Her story speaking into the channels of my heart. So I let the rivers of consciousness flow through her rough edges. Continuously held in the arms of Great Spirit. My breath flows with remembrance of the wind, ever flowing, ever changing, motion. Creating a space of stillness in the untamed forest I have yet to navigate in my virtual field. The leaves of my past and ancestral twines begin to fall in the winds of change. Mother Earth knows this process all too well, the cycle of life and death. Becoming and unbecoming. These cycles keep propelling me to keep walking the path because in the distance is a dream land that will come to exist in this lifetime. A land of abundance and grace. Truth and purpose. Love and gratitude. Respect and justice. My body returns to the earth when my spirit leaves. So I will do everything in this walking life to reclaim the natural order to our Mother Earth. Our home.
WARRIOR WOMAN 