Resurrection

Once beset by a longing so passionate and fierce I almost consumed my being to ease the ache of it….. Seeking to obliterate the pain that defined the longing, like fighting fire with fire, I desperately tore at myself before I surrendered. The Warrior I am … the Lover I am … heart and mind, divided… moved from battleground to battleground trying to resolve the differences… one by force, one by flow, equal in strength. It was not until one was so deeply wounded that the other began to understand. The instant that understanding and that recognition dawned, the battlegrounds transformed….. the lightness of this transformation illuminated a tender seed, fragile, but viable. For all the while heart and mind bickered and moaned, while one part of me tore at another, the spirit seed of longing managed to stay alive within me. Then last Summer, during a Full Moon eclipse, with the service of two loving beings I laid upon a desert hilltop and birthed that spirit seed into ritual space. The sprit seed within me now lives as a tree ripe with fruit…. my labor fulfilled, I count the blessings of those whom I love and they who love me, as evidence that the peace tree lives in this realm too.