Great Spiritess, whisper poetry into my heart in the middle of the night and help me belong to you.
Put the hair on my spine to standing, my flesh rising up in tingly bumps. Make movement in my heart.
Let me live in the knowing that The Mystery is more real than two-dimensional plastic, even if it's got glitter and tassels.
Let me feel my way through the unknown with the grounded trust of a woman being led by her destiny.
Let me rest up against your belly and inhale you deeply and know I'm home. Everything's gonna be ok.
No matter what.
It already is.
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All the love in my heart,