I don’t have much to share apart from this poem. It says everything I need to say right now. It is the sequel to the blog named Being Made Ready that I published on 22nd January.
May your soul be stirred, MoonWise or OtherWise……………….
Vixen Myth, MoonWise Under a full February moon, against a black night sky bursting with stars and planets a vixen calls across the fields “It is time! I am here! Come! Now!” I am stirring your skin - moonwise - without thought. My soul is being stirred. The longing in her voice matches the longing in my throat. I am singing my love to you, moon, I am singing to you, wild one with full~body knowing. I am singing the songs of this new myth, being made ready. I am listening without ears for what this myth needs to be and what my part in it is. I am singing and stirring whilst being stirred and sung I am becoming the longing. Your kin, the land holding both of us as we journey ever deeper into the Mystery of a new and very ancient story. Your death bringing new life, new skin that I am being called to inhabit. The tales and tails of our foremothers unfolding all in one moment beyond time, beyond space. Me, both of us, on this little earth and belonging to the entire cosmos. February 28 – March 3 2021