I crouched down
into a squat,
barefoot
upon the Earth,
breathing down
the emergence
of my Self.
The creative center
of my being
that once
grew and held
my babies
before my arms did.
“I am complete”
she says.
The death
of a Priestess,
blossoming Crone
allowing space
for so much more.
Another lesson
in letting go,
trusting the unseen
blessings to come.
I return her
to the Earth
as an offering
to my Ancestors.
She nurtures
the growth of
the Dogwood tree
which I sit under,
still holding
my children
and me.