It feels like ....

© erin faith allen

It feels like ....

The earth is spinning faster; she is dizzying, shimmy-shaking, and shapeshifting.  

The sun is shining brighter, shooting off flares of imminent transformation. 

The glow of the moon has a crone's whisper .... 'shine' .... she urges .... 

'remember, you have to breathe deep in the dark to be the light.'

Our earth is singing opera, bellowing in low octaves;

And a siren's soprano, in full range of sound spirals that ping us to our core.

Spiraling, soaring, chasing stars.

Our watery oceans are churning in stillness.  They undulate; a womb of salty creation.

The deserts are crackling dry, holy footprints sparking awakening on every stretch of earth.

The mountains themselves are returning to a heaving volcanic state.  

Lava dancing, thumping with hallowed shamanic drumming.

And the stars?  The stars are beaming like never before. 

Watching.  Transmitting.  

Transmuting.  Believing in us.  Shining on us.

Nourishing starseeds with devotion; reflecting our joy as we rise to meet 

orb of sun, balance of moon, and messengers of stars ... 

and rise to meet ourselves for the first time.

With hearts and feet buried in the sparking earth, the roaring womb, the mountain gods ...

We breathe, we shine.

We cry streaming tears.

We sigh, we fall, we rise again.

Hearts rooted in Earth, 

Souls reaching for stars.

That's us.  That's who We Are.