The best place for morning pages
was dried pears
and a diverted adventure
up the long winding road
to Cedar Creek Falls.
I didn’t know I had to go there
until I went.
I sat with my feet in the water for hours there,
talking to the fairies,
Afterwards I clamber up the mountain to the top of the falls,
blessing myself again and again in the water
like I was being baptised again.
“The time for the lone wolf is over. Gather yourselves! Banish the word struggle from you attitude and your vocabulary. All that we do now must be done in a sacred manner and in celebration.
We are the ones we’ve been waiting for.”
~ Hopi Elder
I am always good enough,