Today on the Vowake, honoring life.

To my lover, my husband, my wife, my child, my dearest friend, my mentor, to the stranger

I pass on the street, the kind eyes who met mine, the gentle breast shared while being

embraced, to the ear that listened and held my words as precious, to the ones who stand

with me in this lifetime.

To the life that comes rising along with the sun, that opens my eyes, that floods my body

with vitality and vigor, to the love that spills from light, the love that falls from

the seams in my clothing, to the abundance that fills the cup of clean water I drink, to

the fighting, the warring, the violent storms that crash within me and around me, to the

ones that come to help show me what hurts in order to be healed, to the people who are

on this healing journey with me, that are not allowing me to stay small, but are forcing

growth to come bursting forth from the wound that binds us together, to the remembering

of who I am, to the glimpses of my formeless beauty, my unstoryed self, to the remembering

and then forgetting again, to the cycle and circle and dance with essence and all that is

not, to the heartbeat of my humanity, the tenderness of learning to walk without hands to

hold, to the gentle most incredulous journey we are all on, to the breaking free from our

painful conditional joy and happiness, to loving someone and needing nothing in return,

to the giving of yourself to the fires that come to burn your restrictive walls, to ash,

to the coming home and leaving and coming home again, to the fear found in my clenched fists,

my sore shoulders, my shallow breath, the guilt did not in my stomach, to the fear that

ceases the homes of the places within me that are not aligned with my entrance itself,

to the fear that is there to remind me relentlessly of the places I need to open my eyes, the places

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