Mary Magdalene's Day
A few days ago,
I was in the company of pines and oaks
with no cell phone reception or internet.
The clouds were moving,
the sunshine was kissing me on and off,
the ravens were chatting,
many birds were singing,
and I was enjoying
hearing it all
when my moon time
began to flow
being called
to be with the ground
painting
the dried pine needles in red.
A little later after that event,
thunder and lighting
began to serenade the place.
Big clouds covered the sky
just above the area where I was.
The rain poured down,
cleansing and nourishing all around.
Everything was transformed
nothing was untouched.
The rain was pouring down and hard.
Then it got dark fast,
and there,
inside my tent,
the storm and I
had long conversations
with so many depths.
The thunder was roaring,
and the lightning was my neighbor.
There was nothing to do
but to wait,
to be quiet
and to listen
to what the storm had to say.
Life and death
were dancing in the same space.
The next morning,
I woke up feeling so much
gratitude and respect
for the magical mysteries that the ravens tell,
for the many songs I hear the birds sing,
and the many stories I enjoy feeling from the wind.
I AM grateful
that the stars and pines
were watching over me.
I ate my breakfast barefoot
with dust all over my arms and face,
dried blood on my thighs
and my pants
were a little bit wet.
But I smiled at the sun
with so much grace.
There I was
with profound humility in my heart,
feeling my soul
in every cell of my flesh.
This is an experience I will never forget,
the time I got my period
deep in the forest
right on Mary Magdalene’s day.
~7/22/2020~
Emelina Holland ©
From Wise Stories of A Curious Mother Crone:
The Magic of Mystical Poetry
--Book coming soon!
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