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I cannot really find the right word for what saturday at the Gaias Womb "Healing Tree" weekend did for me. I woke up Sunday morning with some feelings so decided to write them and here they are:
For my Sisters, with Love
She is there in the whipping tendrils
Of my Sisters hair
Wild Woman, tempest
She calls up the storm and rides the wind
Shoulders to cry on,
Laugh till you pee funny,
Late nite talks in the inky night
She is there
A presence felt and know, a soft kiss
When the heartbeat of the drum calls,
The beat cannot be denied
Frenzied stomping, twirling, writhing
She leaps among us, urging us
Harder! Faster! The beat is life!
O Yes.
In the smiles of my sisters
As I look into their laughing eyes
I know
She is there
For my Sisters, with Love
She is there in the whipping tendrils
Of my Sisters hair
Wild Woman, tempest
She calls up the storm and rides the wind
Shoulders to cry on,
Laugh till you pee funny,
Late nite talks in the inky night
She is there
A presence felt and know, a soft kiss
When the heartbeat of the drum calls,
The beat cannot be denied
Frenzied stomping, twirling, writhing
She leaps among us, urging us
Harder! Faster! The beat is life!
O Yes.
In the smiles of my sisters
As I look into their laughing eyes
I know
She is there