Fallen tree, Armstrong Redwoods
In the womb
Mother Earth asleep in the green
Breath of light and life, hope and beauty
In the depths of the forest
from the womb of a fallen old growth tree, I emerge. An intense journey through darkness
heavy pressure, uncertainties and unknowns.
Greeted by a blinding light
I want to kick and scream...
but am instead caught by patient, loving arms
just waiting to hold me tight
to keep me safe.
I release myself into her care
feel her strength support me
her vibrant spirit lift me up
her sweet love nourish me.
Wrapped in her arms I mourn for past lives
for infinite futures that will never be.
The tears flow without restraint -
clearing, cleaning, detoxifying;
carrying with them the weight of my fear.
I relinquish the fierce ghosts of my memory
allow their ragged bones to fall
and compost into the forest floor.
One day, sooner than I think,
these memories will become food,
they will bring life as they rot and decay,
nourishing the soil within,
creating fertile space for new life to grow.
I am reborn into a soft world of filtered sunlight
drifting through branches of green and brown
into a wonderland of etherial embraces
where faery songs and laughter fill the air
and mushroom families of yellow and red
peek mischievously out of the landscape.
Reborn into a vivid and harmonious world
where hopes and dreams are danced into being
with courageous breath and light footsteps,
I emerge.
