Sisters of the Seasons: Summer
Dear Mother Summer,
My loyal friend,
My sacred sister,
You are my place of worship.
You feed my soul
With your joyful warm sun,
Your rhythmic waves,
Your soaring birds,
Your warm caressing sand between my toes.
Your earth fully in blossom,
And your oceans teaming with life,
I bow in gratitude
And with humility.
When I am not living in alignment with your seasons,
When my hand slips out of yours,
When I can’t hear the beat of your heart,
I see less, I feel less, I am less.
You, Great Mother, slow my spin,
You dissolve my complex world into
Simple streamlined geometric shapes.
I understand you, and you, me.
You gently nudge me, like a nurturing mother deer,
Towards a spiral path,
You light up the circular stepping stones
With the last golden rays of your long summer’s day.
You lead me all the way back.
Back to myself.
You welcome me home.