The Woman

The woman sank into her simpler self

All that she had been

Pooled at her feet

She stood for a moment

Wondering what clothes were in her future

What people

What ideas and problems and joys

All along knowing that she was new

Blessing all that was

Stepping lightly out from the pile at her feet

Her simpler self cleared and ready

The woman picks up the pile

As if setting example for witnesses

She walks to the fire that she and her friends prepared

She places the bundle in the flames saying, Blessed be, blessed be, blessed be

She sits on a rock near the fire

Warming herself and waiting for what is needed

As ready as can be

Feeling the vibrance of her readiness

A little bit of fear licking her toes

As the world shakes

And she looks in the fire for a moment

And sees what must be

She sees it in the fire that she and her sisters have tended

And in this she settles

And watches as others place their bundles in the fire

We are in the between (2025-2026)

What are you finished with and how are you celebrating the new?

With love,

Laura