I wade in this water to find its source.

In most moments these days I'm more frightened animal than human being

But in sacred moments,

Usually while walking, 

I am a Daughter of the Earth, Her who I think I've always known

She is surrendered to Life and it's wild and wonderful Flow

Not fighting what must, and will Be

She leans head back in openness and lets it all pass right through

She hums things like, "Let it Be" 

and, "Just be right Here"

Earth Daughter sees every season of creation 

in all knowing of every horror and beauty,
every death and every birth

and with palms/throat/heart open wide, breathes (( YES ))

Let

It

Be

And with that Life Breath there is connection to the circle

of air and seed and water and soil

She submits to a trusting of the wild, living, pulsing Life Force

Even though Wilderness can lead to fright more often than Certainty

And because in the fall, as a tree begins to mourn it's leaves

All we can do is whisper about how beautiful its surrender is.

All change is both a death and a birth

And everything is always changing, if it is Living

And we do know that it is good to be connected to that which is Living

So she says, I wouldn't have it any other way

And with that thought joins the force of all creation and creators,

In those sacred moments