There are days
That I wake up
Seduced by my Shadow
Wanting to wrap myself in everything that is dark and dank and scary and wrong
And wear it as a regal red dress.
To say: oh, you are beautiful, too
And I love the way you fall on my hips
And move with the wind and
OH! You have pockets for me to sink my hands into and explore!
To celebrate the scary as sacred is to be in flow with the divine.
To trust that the emptiness
Is the moment
You are impregnated with abundance.
To recognize yourself as the crocus
Triumphantly piercing through the frozen ground,
Reaching up through the snow.
From seed to bloom
Over and over again.