"Your body's a temple/and this is its prayer." - Lea Luna "Hearts Under Fire"
My body is on fire these days. And I am racing to fan the flames. Gone are the buckets of water, the dampening. The tempering.
Living wide open. This living thing is hard work. And it's hard work for the world, the humans, the beautiful beings.
There is pain all around me, and my heart breaks. My heart beats to the rhythm of the sobbing of souls. And the only thing I can think to do is to pray. To make ritual. To light the candles. To sing the songs.
I pray for the way to be open.
I pray for justice and right-sized power.
I pray for the truth to be revealed.
I pray for the balance to be restored.
I pray for the wisdom of darkness.
I pray for you and you and you...