I met with the Moon tonight. The wind blew and the season changed and the Moon rose and I realized, as good-intentioned as it may have begun, I do myself no favors by worrying about "them" anymore. It's over for "them." No more worrying about what "they" think and what "they" might lose. I am responsible for this big beautiful self of mine and I get to focus on the bright and beautiful road that I have to travel now. The Moon pulled that strong self up in me - if She can heave the vast ocean in to shore, imagine the effect on my primal and powerful self when She is big and round and O-So-Near!
The Return of the Haiku!
Rising like a red
balloon, she skims the High School,
Impossible Size.
Straight back, strong body,
I let her in. Hands, heart,
all my eyes open.
Selfish selfishness.
Suddenly reimagined:
Radical self-care.
I'm storing up all
my rage for good use in some
future time. It leaks.
I'm finding candles,
at intervals, "follow me!"
I see my own voice.
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