wildroots
remembering the truth of who we are
can we hold ourselves
and one another
without condition?
with a knowing
that we belong
just as we are,
now?
and that the questions
and cracks and stumblings,
where mundane dances with magical,
and love bleeds into hurt
and companionship dissolves into loneliness
is where we find ourselves,
hidden–
there all along.
waiting and ready,
arms wide open.
can we hold ourselves
and one another
without condition?
with a knowing
that we belong
just as we are,
now?
as WildRoots enters the next season, i'm wanting to share some of what is unfolding--not so much the what; more, the how. it matters because WildRoots belongs to all of us. WildRoots is us. the vision
as we grow in consciousness and can see/feel/know more, we are responsible for that knowing. how this responsibility takes form does not always appear as responsible, conscious, wise, loving. sometime
this is a femmefesto: a call to action. it has flowed out of my weary and angry and powerful bones, connecting me with the bones of the ancestors--the witches, the queens, the nursemaids, the slaves,