When your fighting is done

take off your armor

because what protects you in battle

no longer serves

when you are the elder asked to counsel others

tend your garden

love your children

…. (cont.)

When the shaman comes you will know

for she will bare her scars

proudly and without fear.

(cont.)…

Our path is to love the broken places

All these years thinking they were weaknesses,

problems to solve,

burdens to carry,

secrets to hide

Only to discover that these are the places

where light enters

where love heals,

where we discover what it is to be human.

Love your broken places.

I want to know

what it means

to be in one place

fully

to feel my roots intertwined

vibrating, pulsating

in the web beneath us.

How bittersweet

is the whisper of autumn

the days growing shorter

as the cool air

stings the skin,

the refuge of more layers.

I wander reluctantly from the high peaks

where eagles survey their kingdom

Down to the meadows where my shadows dance

amidst the grass

And down yet further

into the Valley

Where I sit.