I noticed that your hand was trembling
last night when I held it in circle.
And it seemed to me
that you were wound as tense and tightly
as a bow string.
I knew then
that you were working so hard to
hold and care for all of our energy
and your own.
And I thank you for that.
But you are not a bow,
you are a beautiful archer
who must use that energy
to shoot the arrows of your divinity
into the sky and let them
fall where they must land.
Image: The Archer card from the Wildwood Tarot.