A Woman's Sail

Standing on Earth in the quiet of the Morning after the Storm.

Surrounded by serenity after a week of busyness.

From the buzz of the vibrantly alive City to my calm home in Nature.

Noticing the change of color from Green to Yellow, to Red to Brown.

The hair that grew wild and into becoming at a distance from the Kintsugi.

Life. Growth. Cycles.

Back to being Woman.

This could be the final Fall.

Trusting my own instincts.

Shifting. Change lanes.

Leave.

Move on.

Big things to small miracles.

Goddess of Luck is a close companion.

The laundry survived the overnight outside. I made it rock solid.

Becoming one with my own Magic.

Owning that what I am.

Caring less about the outcome.

Accepting my Life and what comes with it.

The company. The walking alone.

The Mountains climbed. The downhill ride in exhilaration.

The friends that turn to Gold and letting go those who decide to leave.

Adjusting my Sail.

Letting go the finalities of the Heart and Death called events of the past two years in the collision course of those allies in my Starmap. Knowing they finally let go of me, served their purpose, passed through me. Turned me inside out. Let me become who I needed to be. Let me go and connect with what and where I needed to stand and feel the pulse of the Earth to hear my purpose realign with what I had to adjust to, realign with, the awakening to birthing a new age, calling in a different soul tribe, setting sails for a new course.

A wOman’s most precious belonging, her sail.

And you can’t go anywhere without some Wind. This breeze is friendlier, this pleasant shift from Earth to Air.

All that I know is I’m breathing. Now.