Uprooted

I was like a wild ravaged woman
legs and arms enmeshed and entwined
around this earth as her lover.
Holding tight. Holding on. Not wanting to let go.
It was time to let go.
 
I’d given my soul to this land.
Poured my blood each month onto trees
we’d planted on our sons’ birthdays.
I’d buried creatures in the soil.
Painted stones in remembrance with their names.
Resurrected life in ways I can’t explain.
It was time to let go.

 I’d birthed babes in the kitchen.
Released life I was not able to carry.
I laughed, wept and restored.
Argued. Made love. Cradled dreams. Wrote stories.
Sung to a cosmos I knew I was interdynamically woven with.
It was time to let go.
 
I’d fallen head over heels into this bit of heaven on earth.
Watched succulent blossoms break ground each spring
and moon shift across sky through every season.
I communed with stars reflected on waters of the hot tub
knowing a deep-seated pleasure I’d rarely experienced in form.
It was time to let go.
 
I’d invested my heart in these forests
listening to the wisdom of trees.
Been guided to root down. And in.
Vast, far and deep.
To steady through storms and allow nature Her passage
over the landscape of my soul.
It was time to let go.
 
I exhaled and jumped
in to an unrecognizable stream.
Flowing somewhere I didn’t know I was headed.
Feet stumbling over rocks,
as freezing waters beckoned me deeper.
To become completely uprooted.
Ungrounded. Unrecognizable. Unknown.
Untethered.
With no sense of sanctuary or place to call home.
Home.
It was all letting go.
 
I wept.
Carrying nature-craft houses with my family to the forest.
Tucking them in tree limbs and root covers.
Saying good-bye. And thank you.
Good-bye. Thank you.
 
I listened to the incessant wails coming from my heart.
And took a summer adventure. A pilgrimage for my soul.
I walked a labyrinth, offering Prayers of my People.
And spoke to the earth
through love letters my Sisters had written
about this Home and Forest. And our sacred memories here.
Good-bye. Thank you.
 
While I walked the labyrinth
Black Water seeped onto my family’s belongings in storage.
Of all that remained, tying us to the past and our memories.
Good-bye. Thank you.
 
Now what gets carried on?
Uprooted. Ungrounded. Unrecognizable. Unknown.
Untethered.
With no place to call home.
 
I exhale.
A sanctuary grows from twining roots within.
Becoming softer and stronger. Stronger and softer.
Revealing the heart of life at rest in my own soul.

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