dream walkings

Idaho 2024

The wind swirls, bringing up the smoke in fine tendrils. They float over me and the scent of autumn touches my hair.

Flaming gold, scarlet, chocolate ~ all shades of the different leaves, needles, and driftwood placed in my path for this rebirth. She is beautiful ~ I hesitate letting go my little creation with winter berries for hair, but it is time and I let the flame lick and curl her maple skirt.

She and all that I am not burn away leaving behind all that I am. All that is possible will rise up from the ashes. Limitless, I start with fresh eyes and open heart. What I am not, what does not serve me is gone now, released into the wind.

Sun warms my face, eagle soars over me, the creek sings the song of the mountain.

There is no separation between what is in my heart and what will be.

The Mother gives.