Preparing, she braided her hair, reflected on highlights shimmering where there previously were none.
She kneeled on her mat at sunset. She leaned forward to embrace the world and it shook in her arms–a vibrational connection, yet she was still; grounded. The earth, the machine, whirled, thrashed as it shifted into gear and blasts off
she hoisted into some portal transporting her home. she becomes the machine. She knows how to drive and she knows all the roads and if she gets lost she makes a way.
Arrived. One leg at a time, she sets herself back down in new and familiar territory. She takes her time, she does it right.
Foundation in her four corners, she’s a series of pyramids and prisms particularly placed in space, elaborate formations of curvacious musculature architecture, a divine architect indeed. Divine DNA composed by the Great Star Mothers of previous universes. She rests, relying on the resilience of this truth. She is not alone, and she was made to play her part.
As she walks through this universe, setting up camp and taking in the scene, she pushes herself to follow through with the details. She knows she has one shot to do her best until the next one comes along, and she wants to knock that one into the atmosphere, too. She wants the juicy crop tomorrow so she puts the work in today. She notices when she can push a little harder. She feels for the tears. She notices when it’s time to take it easy. She doesn’t judge herself whatever, she knows she’s sensible, she trusts her perception.
When it’s time to bend over backward and become the master of yet another world, she meets her fear mongerer, her gatekeeper, her hound of hades. Frequencies increase–she pants, trembles, panics–then she remembers, inhales, her diaphragm kicks in, swoops in, to avenge her broken heart. She cares for herself, and damnit, the kids. She knows these motivations support each other. She defends her actions. She persists.
The battle is not to defeat an enemy, rather, to engage friendship. When it’s over, he eats out of her hand and she passes through the land with the elements at her command. Everything balances. She reclines in the posture of a goddess. Closes her eyes and looks up at the universe–Divine display of cosmic collisions and dancing in gravitational relationship, gratitude becomes her. Her back sinks into the terrain; a vibrational connection, remains.
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