The lush Earth tilts to meet the recharge of the Light of the Circle.

There is an ease.

An ease in letting go.

A sweet flow of the dance that helps me to drop into rhythm with the Earth.

The drum of the pulsing current.

One that sings me into a trance of Creation.

A birth of beauty, a burst of Life in all ways.

A willingness to share, to erupt, and blossom open like the flowers themselves,

that are the most honest expression of the vulnerability it requires to share beauty with the world.

Each petal an expression of unapologetic willingness to burst in awe of Life itself.

Refusing to be dampened with the lie that life is not a complete act of ceremony with all things, beings, and experiences.

Tenderly dropping into the familiar groove of the full riverbed, only to the find the Essence itself, finally willing to lets its light beam through the cracks.

A trance of pleasure in exhaulted living, breathing, feeling, moving, praying;

Through body, mind, and action.

There is an embrace.

An acceptance,

A falling so in Love with what looks so different than all I’d imagined.

There is a sigh in the thickness of air that hangs hot and wet in the turning of the season.

The embrace of Joy of the spiral another layer deeper into a sweetness of abundance,

Of embrace, of easeful existence in the bursting forth of Life.