I am back from a vision quest in Sedona. People keep asking me about my experience, and I still have trouble putting it in to words.

On the outside, nothing has changed. On the inside, everything is different.

And so, I wrote a poem, which I have been doing more of lately.

Soulcraft

She was called, and she answered…
Woman of Sweet Fire.
Drawn to seek the secrets of her soul.

She climbed and climbed,
Before she swam deep.
Retrieving parts of her long forgotten.
She realized her whole life is a ceremony,
An offering to Great Spirit.

With the help of owl, bear, panther, and skunk,
And under the watchful eye of Divine Mother,
She plumbed the depths of her soul,
And soared in spirit’s arms.

She danced ‘neath the new moon,
And spoke her secrets to the stars.
She fell upon the ground in tears,
Begging spirit for mercy for her broken heart.

Purified, she then claimed her sovereignty –
Of body, mind, spirit, and soul.
She imagined a new kind of love,
And learned her work to create it.
Always, always, always with the guidance of Great Spirit.

She returns with the deep knowing
That she is never alone.
That there is nothing for her to fear.
That her recovered wildness serves her,
And will serve her man and the world.
She is here to experience freedom,
And limitlessness…
To push the boundaries of what is possible,
And to help others do the same.

Aho!

Love,