This day
Imbolc
yet another fluctuation
another tremor
of movement
of beginnings
of changes
Whispers in my ear
beckoning me
come forth
Be
the seeds of transformation
doorways and
portals
to other unknown aspects of myself
deeper, truer ways of being
I stand at the threshhold
turn my head and look back
I see
the old
ways of being
definitions, stories and ideas
of who I was
morphing
into
who I am
Can I let go?
Allow this transmutation?
A new plant is taking root
A seed
in the darkness of the soil
quivering, waking up
I am not the same seed
I planted before
It is new
It is different
I feel tender waves of fear
washing upon the shores of my consciousness
Subtle, almost invisible changes
of immense power
I draw on the power
of the Fierce Goddess within
Fire and Will
and wrap myself in a cloak of tenderness
I am not alone
Gently
with strength
I step through
into acceptance
embracing this new seed
that I am
that I Am...
Yes!
I Am!
Blessed Be your Journeys
