It’s a deep quiet snow, falling in rhythm, like a gentle steady pulse.
Grandma’s house was always sunny, quiet, neat, and orderly – something I would learn to appreciate later on in life.
Awakened, I felt an ember deep within my soul reignited. A path once dark begins lighting my way towards my true identity.
We, brown embodied wombmen danced and drummed under a Scorpio Blue Moon, around a fire pit we built together
In this moment life, like breath, feels expansive and filled with possibilities. I am centered. I am calm, peace is within me.
…never realized until I sat to write this piece how much prayer has been a significant part of my family’s heritage…