How did we get
To this urban masculine jungle
To this polluted conveyor belt
To this capitalist hamster wheel?
How did we forget
The feeling of sticky mud
Sweltching under our feet
Building up around the edges of
Our contoured boots
Making each step heavier and heavier?
How did we forget
The feeling of the rain battering us
From 360 degrees
So wild that it felt like
It was coming up from the ground
As well as down from, and around,
The whole space of the sky?
How did we forget
To connect to the Great Mother’s winter
To embrace her frost with reverence
To embrace this precious time for healing?
How did we forget that
We need time to rest
We need time to soften
We need time for stillness.
How did we forget that
Playing in the fairy snowflakes
Amongst the evergreen pine trees and
Listening to the crackling of that fire
Is part of our cyclical soul?
