I am the cave
who cradles the sacred
embers from the frigid momentum.
I am the embers
who patiently wait for spirit's
breath to stoke a flame.
I am the breath
who weaves a story
with its rhythm.
I am the story
all things given away.
I am the give away
I flow like water.
~Words and sketch by Suzette Winona Summers©
I have been feeling the pull of the earth... the call to hibernate...to gather my strength and compost my experiences... It is that time... and soon it will be the time for new shoots to sprout forth from a dark nest.
Synchronistically, I read this today on the Facebook page ShamanTube after I had already begun this poem:
"It is in the Underworld...that seeds germinate and prepare for spring. Myths of descent and rebirth connect the soul's cycles to those of nature.”
― Terri Windling