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Cast yourself down
at the feet of mystery.
Fling your heart wide
and let all your dreams
cascade out onto the
welcoming earth.
Match your breath
with the heartbeat
beneath you.
Let everything you
no longer need,
seep away.
Discover life is simpler
than you thought.
Let go of worry,
release your fear.
Feel tension roll away
like an slow ebbing tide.
Rise,
scoured,
and stripped bare,
soft and renewed.
Gather up those
dream fragments
that sparkle around you,
but only those that
still beat to your rhythm
and that sing your song.
Nestle them back beneath
your breastbone,
keep them safe and warm
and breathing
as they prepare to fly.

 

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May you let your shoulders soften,
the knots loosen and unbind.
May you feel the light touch
of the ancestors across your brow,
their lives leading right up to now.
May you savor a moment of silence,
of quiet space-keeping
and spark-tending.
May you take a deep breath of gratitude,
a deep breath of satisfaction,
and a deep breath of peace.
May you weave new stories
from the bones of old and forgotten things,
mixing them with care
into the golden seeds of possibility
and the flares of inspiration,
that touch this moment of you.
May you harvest blessings
beyond count
from the threads of time.
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We inhabit a world
of unimaginable complexity
and here we are to see
and touch
and taste
and know it.
This is a fierce
and powerful magic.

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  • Jamie
    Jamie says #
    Molly, Great stuff! People say that small things amuse small minds, but they're very wrong. Creatures in the wild who lack the

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This morning I sat
with the black cat on my lap
and breathed the first breaths
of October.
The sky is gray-white and sunless,
filled with crowcall
and the sharp cries of hawk.
If I squint,
I can almost see steam lifting
from a cauldron in the forest
and smell change drifting
through the air.
I am looking at the shards
of the year,
some new-broken,
some re-collected,
some shining with possibility,
and I feel the call,
the urge,
the promise,
to tip them all into that bubbling vat
and see what She will
steep me into next.
We are invited each day
into newness,
into breathing the very breath
of the World Spirit herself.
We are invited into presence,
into the commonplace magic
that keeps the world turning
and our hearts beating.
Here we are in the temple
of the ordinary,
watching the sky.
May we settle into our bones
and feel our pulse in our wrists.
May we accept the invitation
to sit with joy
and create our lives.

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  • Jamie
    Jamie says #
    Molly, That poem is magical in its own right, and awesome. Thanks for sharing!
  • Molly
    Molly says #
    thank you! I appreciate your comments!

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May you soften into
the wildness beneath your skin.
May you feel the deep support
beneath your bones.
May you taste freedom
singing on the wind
and through your blood.
May you dance your dreams into being
and spin your magic into life.
May you listen to the rhythms of your wild heart
as she whispers to your soul
of exactly what you need to thrive.
May the fruitful soil of transformation
nourish your whole being.

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We set forth seeking chanterelles,
past the barriers of thorn and bug
and into the quiet slopes and mosses
of an August wood.
We did not find many mushrooms,
but we did find:
A queen of hearts playing card
and a few steps later,
the jack.
A lower jawbone, worn and smooth,
incisors and molars
still in their places.
A turtle, once wounded,
now healed,
v-shaped crack in its shell
framing its patient
yellow-spotted face.
A copperhead snake,
perfectly patched
for patterns made by sunshine
filtered through oak leaves.
One crow feather,
a bit ragged,
and a gray feather too.
Three white-tailed deer,
startled into flight,
quick hooves clattering away
across the stones.
More spiderwebs than we can count.
The tiniest of tiny ticks,
spilling from seed head
into our shoes
and hastening our steps.  
Moss with sun on it
and tufted titmice
squabbling in the hackberry trees.
A spiral shell fossil,
sparkled with dusting of quartz,
its small curve pre-dating
every moment of the entirety
of human history,
and yet here today
with us now,
reminding us that we walk across
what was once the bottom of a sea.
The sweet sensation of aliveness,
that comes with loving something enough
to give up a bit of blood and body
just to have a taste.

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    Jamie says #
    Molly, Great poem! I hope that you and your husband are extremely careful whilst gathering mushrooms. Even people with decades o

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Poem: What There is Today
Here we are in this moment,
golden with possibility.
There is wind around
our shoulders.
There is earth beneath our feet.
There are new ideas
waiting to be born.
There is power curled within us.
There is magic coiled in our veins
and tickling along our spines.
There is sunshine to warm us
and water to soothe us.
There are people to love
and stories to tell.
There are lessons to learn
and poems to share.
There are dreams to teach us
and feathers to find.
There are trees to shade us
and stones to inspire us.
There is laughter to share
and joy to savor.
There is a life to weave
from all the moments we have.
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