She led an incredible existence in the ruins of the village, living off her chickens and whatever the sea could provide
Monday, December 21, 2020
Winter Solstice (by Wendy Andrew)
Feel Me now as Mother
of Air.
Mine are the limitless
skies and endless stars.
I am bird woman.
I lift your imagination
and carry it on soft,
feathered currents to
otherworlds.
I am bone woman.
I am the stillness
between death and rebirth.
I am the stillness
between breathing out and breathing in.
Rest in that pause.
Feel My presence
I am peace.
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