Moonwise

I am home now; gladdened and moonwise.
Still guided by the delicate trailing tracks of the mother turtles
who crossed my path to lay their eggs in the sand.

I am walking to the tune of the chants we sang.
I am moving to the sway of the circles we danced.
I am humming the music of yipping coyotes and froggy love songs.

I carefully unpack leftover bits of ritual and unravel fragments of spells.
I tuck away stray drumbeats in the drawer where I keep the magical things.
I remember how my tears for Amara sank into the soil
where I hugged her last and realized there must be more.

Oh yes, now I know there is much much more.

Tonight I stepped out into the murky suburban glow,
ready to leave my troubled sleep and walk towards my dreams. 
I could see the silver sliver of the crescent moon. 
hanging in the northwest sky, past the rooftops.
It shone like a beacon that led me to the forest beyond. 

Now I am edge walking: opening doors of dark and of light
that lead to moonlit hollows in the woods within the woods.
I am guided by stars that reel, (how they reel) in the night sky
and light my path on the forest floor.

Image: adapted from Dean Pennala/Hemera/Getty Images

May these words bring truth
and healing through open hands and hearts.
And then, let it flow back into our Mother Earth
for the love of all her beings.