Wednesday Night
Riding the wave of surrender and healing is as indiviual as we humans are.
Personally, the shock, then the tears, then a verison of grounding which feels solid and then suddenly is not..
I believed that I had NO photos of my nest. My memory is keen, and as my haven has been my place of beauty and solace, I was supremely present with it, but I wanted to find concrete images to sit with, and so I went on a quest, and the quest was successful.
Prior to this FINDING, there was one dangling sorrow, its importance cannot be qualified. When I found this in one of the photos, I pushed the button that makes things bigger so that I could read it and “Thank you God”, came though me.
A poem that was given to me by my oldet daughter, written by her when she was 17.
She was born with many gifts, and THIS….is one.
My mother, the Argentinian horse woman,
has a fire in her belly hotter than
the tango on a nght scented with
musk and cherry blossoms.
I grew inside
that fire.
It must have felt like a volcanoe
inside her when I was born. Fire
birthing fire is a storng thing. And
so we are sautered together through
the umbilical cord though the umbilical cord has long been
cut and dry.
She has hands like islands
in the river of her life.
As she twinkles in her daily grown up doings.
Her fingers, cool and soft like stems, drum up earth
in all she touches. Luckliy she touches me,
So I feel the earth in my veins too.
The earth has fissures like
the sea has storms.
Somehow, someway
I crave
She craves
We bring our goblins out for a boxing match
And then the talking is hard.
Yet still
Only in those eyes do I see the shade of green
found in mine after a swim or a good cry.
Like she is me cleansed
or I am her inside a dark alluring cave.
She is an Argentinian horsewoman
The Queen of the Dance
A fertile feminine form
She is a river to many, a star to more
To me she is the Source: the volcanoe from which I sprang
And the delta to which I will return.
Elemental goddess
Mother of mine.
The fire that came and turned our homes to ashes, cannot touch what is most important.