Uncanny Moon-Child

🌳  The Tree of Life  🌳 I slept under Her far-reaching canopy, Curled up in a soft mossy hollow at the base of Her ancient towering trunk. Her roots circled around me before burrowing into the fertile forest floor. As She held me I dreamed that my own roots were extending to join Hers deep underground in the fiery belly of Gaia. My branches began to grow tall, entwining with her vast reach so that my leafy fingers brushed the stars, And beyond to the infinite abyss. That night She showed me the knowledge of the time before while my tendrils ran around rock and ore, reaching the far corners of the Earth. I learned of my Ancestors;  of their struggles and triumphs and the way they danced across the land. I witnessed them worship Her as a small sapling and felt Her power grow as they tended to Her. She whispered their stories to me as I dove ever-deeper. With my branches now far above She showed me what was to come. Her song surrounded me as She expl...

I wrote this a few days before moving out of my parents and in with my boyfriend... Bittersweet .  There are things that I will miss. I will miss my family, They have been the best housemates I could wish for. I will miss the hustling, bustling noise of their lives. Constant. Never-ending. There are things that I will miss. I will miss how my Grandmother waves me off to work every morning, And how all three generations of women have discussions about everything under the sun. I will miss spending time with Rusty; he seems on borrowed time. Cherished friend. Existing. There are things that I will miss. I will miss the house and the way it groans and whispers at night. The way the best view of the sunset is from my bedroom window. I will miss my bedroom and the safe space it has been. Comforting. Confining. There are things that I will miss. I will miss those spots in the garden where the world melts away, And the way the quince tree looks different every s...