Here shadow howl gnaws brittle bones to splintering, weaving a chain of frozen words. Yielding to the dancing mystery lights, she inhales the moment's magic and song spills through her warming lips, calling the tribe to circle the glowing mirror of night.
She breathes through the darkness, gathers in the light. Antler fingers wriggle forth a chalice receiving the golden harmonies emanating from the source. Deeper she dreams into the moment creating an emerging dawn of love song. And she walks tall and beaming into each new now with honey breath and muscled spirit singing of our divinity.
We have felt the quickening, and breathed deeply through the growing minutes. Awakening slowly to the rhythmic pulse we share, we have circled, panted, moaned our longing. Gently, we have been opening to a new way: closed eyes visioning the moment of crowning life. It is now. The contractions are close and our time has come. Slither out of your old skin, and dance forth the waxing crescent. Sisters, we are rising up to birth a new world.
Seven sisters gather at the Full Cold Moon, and call in the vision that pierces tomorrow. Princess of Disks whispers secrets; her wisdom slides through icy days that follow on wings invisible to your lead ears. She summons power, as her vital eyes penetrate into the mystery. Bursting through the veil of the New Year, she plunges, breast forward, gaze steady, talons open. Moon relinquishes back into her rhythmic ebb and flow, as Princess glides a silent feathered dagger through a somber silk shroud.
Deep into the womb I journey to pray. I grasp at the songs slipping through the steam. I spiral to the heart beating and breaking, and allow the prayers to pour forth like medicine water. Crow Moon rises into the windy velvet night carrying the gift of balance and healing. I plunge into the void and open to the miracle of shifted perception through searing skin. As I touch my forehead to the muddy mother, I am born again into the evening, purified and open with fresh eyes and a tender heart.
She tiptoes through the crack between the worlds and sees into the rhythm of eternity which spirals and weaves a sacred fabric in all directions simultaneously. Pulsing with the truth of dreams, she lifts her arms to the infinite, surrendering to the ecstatic dance of her primal drum.
Painting began after a TreeSisters meditation... finished on vacation with ink and colored pencil... inspired by the book "Wild Feminine" and sitting with sisters while surrounded by the magic of trees, water, and love...