i’m flying out to a sacred heart gathering
in the red ochre heartbeat of the australian desert.
i go into mama earth to be reclaimed as her child,
to discover what i need to.
and… in some way, discover what i need to be.
i’m not sure why i had to write that, i just do.
my friend donn tells me she feels like i’m not going to exist in a week, that i will be a different person when i return. i feel afraid of this, and yet i have no fear, as i know it is inevitable. change and transformation always is.
may the space in the desert be one of ~
peals of laughter falling like curling apple peel to our feet
the sloughing away the old bits that just don’t fit anymore
and the allowing of light into the shadowed and broken pieces.
it is okay to be broken,
each piece can be examined,
the heart can be opened wide and seen,
and the light can come rushing in like a dam that has burst and now water returns to the parched valleys.
i go into the desert seeking myself,
seeking the girl with dirt on her face,
the woman with earth on her hips,
the knowing, the knowing, the turquoise knowing.
may you find those miracles that surround you today ~
may you be thrilled to know yourself
may you find the courage to speak your Truth
and may you see those wise spirits who surround you ~
comforting you, speaking through you, living in you.
buffalo woman of the desert.