And we go, we go
Always, ’round and ’round
In a circle
Branching Out
To all my branches
I say hello
To all my roots
I love you so
All of this Tree
Stable trunk
The always new
Old woman me
Embodying the whole
Little and fragile
New beginnings
Stretching out
Vulnerable and weak
But given strength
Little by little
By these roots
Strong and breeding life
Never afraid
Always
Branching Out
Free.
Weaving A New Pattern
I have been walking along the path alone
Enjoying aha moments and the sunlight
The lovely moss, the rotten barks
Fairy houses pointing North
Within my heart I found joy
And the ability to feel my pain
Still, still, a Voice calling my name
Outside of me, all around me
Said in a quiet manner, slowly
“Spread your heart towards the World –
The joy inside is to be found, yes
But it can’t remain there, inside walls
Let it break through, overflow and go wild
Enter the World and all the beings
Sharing, spreading, belonging to all
Weaving a new pattern – you will learn
To call your body home
Embody your own difference
And together with all beings, say
‘I belong'”
We Belong.
Méia Jacobs 