The Struggle Has Been Real

All I’m saying is that the struggle has been real. I know if you aren’t in the thick of it, you probably were sometime recently. And we’re all going through it. Whew. Thank you tears, thank you plant medicine, thank you nature, thank you family and friends, thank you healers, thank you guides. Thanks to these stones and others that held me like the plants did and helped ground me, and remind me of Truth. Thank you for the birth of a new poem. Thank you to Sama Raven for leading a beautiful Pride Poetry container this last full moon that helped me to start writing again. Thank you to Sasha Angelina for leading us to Meet Our Guides tonight. Thank you to my friends who came with me. Thank you for reading, for being in this giant web, this giant womb, on the mother Earth Gaia ship with me that we call home. It hurts sometimes. It’s so hard. So real. So us. So perfect and unique. So fucking beautiful too. But damn we have to fight and slay that dragon. We are the hero, the heroine. We’re all just walking each other home. Om…… 

I’m a leader

A warrioress

Softening and allowing this changing world

This changing cloud sky: hiding spaceships I hope

This shift in great communion with 

The straight black branch that is 3D; old structures

And me perched upon

But not like a bird

Waiting, asking Why? 

Instead quiet; still in pink and turquoise Navajo motif 

Watching, being, feeling

I feel this fresh air, I feel alive

Outside breath; it’s all that matters 

Eyes upon curled dead ruddy brown leaves

Sacred energy running through me; re-Minding me

I don’t have to k n o w