December

We are almost to one of my favorite days of the year, the winter solstice.

I used to dislike the dark days of this time of year

Trying to force myself into action when everything in me wanted to follow the tree sap, down and in

I felt the natural calling but was afraid to let go

So today I settle, I feel the moon, I feel the magnetic and mysterious pull of Pachamama, of the call, even in me that pulls me inward

I don’t envy the sea creatures who live so deep that the sun doesn’t pierce their world

I’m glad that I was born into the coming and going, the coming and going

It’s a bit sad that our modern society is not set up to allow time for exploration of the rise and fall of the sap

Why must we wait only for the big death

I want to peer in all of my places now when I am gifted with this particular consciousness

Do I?

All the ways of coming and going, all the ways of filling and emptying, all the ways of giving and receiving (All the ways, really? Maybe not all the ways)

Thank you to all of my fellow travelers, all of my teachers, mentors and guides. May we ride the coming and going with enthusiasm and the gift of joy