Mary Magdalene's Day
Updated: Dec 8, 2020

A few days ago,
I was in the company
of pines and oaks
with no cell phone reception
or the 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
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