One of my mentor teachers reminded me that all mirrors are distorted. In deep reflection on this past year, this past season, and in light of the full moon in Cancer, I look to the sky and ask Grandmother Moon to show me what needs to come into the light.
No mirror or experience of being mirrored by humanity can accurately show you what you long to see. This year I was reminded of the pain and longing that comes from this place. A place of desire. To be Seen. Heard. Felt. In isolation and far away from my chosen family I grieve. Knowing that Spring will come again.
Sitting here in a place of reflection. Here is what came to me.
I offer this as an aesthetic response to the end of this solar year of 2020...
The Earth below my feet
Each day a familiar cycle
Repetition disconnected from reality
Speaking into the vastness
Tracking every step
To find my way back
To this steady rock
I stand here now
Witnessing the tides turn