I thought I was awake. I thought I knew.
Saying "I'm sorry" isn't enough.
Saying "I want to do more" isn't enough.
Things are not okay.
I'm not going to say that things are going to be okay.
Holding the complexity
is only a part of the work
Perhaps it is the beginning
Perhaps it is a start of something
that holds all of the pieces
all of the pains
all of the things that have been missed
but the fight has been going on
and it has been going on
has been going on
long before my eyes snapped open
my back straightened
and I leaned forward
instead of waiting for someone else
and in all of the anger, the rage, the honest desire that things-wouldn't-be-this-way,
this is a time of rising
we belong to each other
but it is not okay right now
so not okay
I can't say that everything will work out
or that it will be easy
or that maybe things aren't as bad as they seem
I can't say that
I won't say that
I can say that I am here
I am awake
I am willing to fight
for as long as it takes
for my beloveds to be safe
for this earth to be safe
*this is a work in progress. a work in progress. a life and heart in progress.*
"Forged in Flame: Creating a Reclaiming Beltane Ritual" - Creating Ritual issue of Witches and Pagans