Wild Trust (after Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer’s, ‘Because’)

I can’t go back in time and change
the way things were, “so I practice”
showing up differently, Here

and Now. I practise wild trust
in this body: listen to its cues
and nudges, triggers and glimmers.

I practise opening “like a lilac in May”—
daring, brave, despite the risk of frost.
I practise noticing when the freeze

is upon me and learn to shine love
that way, so the melting can begin.
I practise watching the clouds change

from dragon-mother eating embryo,
to no clear thing. I practise
tuning in, tuning out. Noticing.

Noticing. Noticing. I practise magick,
with pen as sword, and notebook
the cauldron that holds it all.

I am a woman with a drum.
So I practise letting a rhythm
beat, beat, beat, beat, beat—

until the arm slows,
the rhythm stops,

the medicine
journey ends.

~ by Angela, The Modern House Witch

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