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…