stepping in and stepping closer.

the threshold of this beginning approaches
I shake.
I sometimes wake in a heat that is unnameable.
I sometimes smile from my bones.

each step is tender
and filled with lightning.

today is 2 months backwards from that moment
that we will meet each other for the first time around the circle of
fire and friends, old and new,
enveloped in prayer and song and
love
and we will dance with the smoke and singing
and we will laugh and celebrate
and say yes
i do
to this next step.
to this beautiful adventure.
to this love. to these hearts opened wider than we knew they could be.

and we will say thank you.
for helping us to find each other
and for guiding us to live this love
to it's fullest.

harvest prayer.

I take steps with these feet that hold me,
with these feet that anchor me to the green grass when I say thank you
with a dance.
my arms slide across themselves, beginning the
gratitude.
before I know it has begun, it has begun.
I am in the dancing.

I hear the hush and
the crackle of fire,
my toes dig deep into mud and I am carried by the breeze.

I fall, stretch and turn.
I hold intangible whispers, thankyouthankyouthankyou
words form in my lips but they are forgotten as soon as they are spoken.
they are only for you
not for me,
not for us.
gestural prayers only for you.

my strength precedes me.
I am held.
I am taut.
I am shivering and shaking
and crying in my heart and skin.

I am moved through and
ushered like smoke
around and around and
through and through.

I hear the hush of wind
and the language of fire,
my fingers dig deep into the air and I am
danced by the gratitude.

in the eclipse

some days we are the small thing
buried in the shadow of the sun.

I make this footprint
my new residence
and curl myself into a corner of the last toe.