Becoming

I take myself by the hand

“Deep breath. You ready? Remember to relax into it.”

Together we leap to icy depths

The weight of it pounding in on all sides

I lean into the burn

Unfurl my toes to the piercing embrace

The shock reminds me what the point is

It’s not the treasures at the bottom

As my impatience would like me to believe

The fact that I can even feel

Tells me

“You’re alive. You’re becoming.

Becoming makes you a palace

Where you can gather the treasures in

Arrange them for the friends who will grace these halls and windows

And live each day supported by the warmth of the trees and suns

The wildflower and thistles

Those mountain breezes that whistle silence through your soul

You are becoming big enough for all of this.

Unfurl.”

Drink

The pattering drapes itself over

My tiny abode

I sigh with relief as my mother speaks my heart for me

I press still deeper into the steady rhythm

The rasp of love and it’s mirror, pain

Sculpt my spirit in the deluge

I take refuge by burrowing

Sinking

Reach, woman

Use your strength

Down this time

Hold onto the roots that already

Sprout from your sacrum

And drink