As I write this to you it is raining. There is relief in this brief downpour. The rain a refreshing pause.

Today I pulled the Mother of Flames from the Daughters of the Moon Tarot.

Chantico, Aztec Mother. Keeper of volcanos and hearth fires.

I think about eruptions. Old wounds spilling out.

Then I think about baking and I make the cleaning of my home a prayer for peace instead.

Yesterday I sat with my mother. I was tender and wondering how to accept all that I have received. Where to go next, as I turn and turn again into new ways of being.

My Mother’s Narcissus, Lilacs, Blue Bells and Forget-Me-Nots

And I want to smell the sweetness of flowers

Feel the rhythm of drum beats in my belly 
as I sound all that is and will be

My life an offering for peace

Om Shanti, Shanti, Shanti