A poem that arose out of difficulty. I practice what I preach. The skies change inevitably, as do we. It is in the act of transitioning that decides our state of wellbeing or our state of suffering. Our reality is based on meaning and the definitions we choose to give any particular thing. Our interpretation of a situation will determine our state of being. I choose to be free. I choose to live creatively. I choose to use my imagination to design a life of beauty. I am free.
A poem inspired by the beginning of a journey into self-discovery. An offering of beauty to the spirit of poetry, intended as a sacred initiation. During my recent 16 day water fast, an act of exquisite self care, I felt as hollow as a bird bone. I felt closer to being a channel then a fixed identity.
I felt called to offer a series of workshops on self care and I shared this poem to honor it's beginning. A cycle has been completed for me personally and I feel open to something new coming through me. Now I am ready.