May 2007   Returning from Ceremony A mother whose job is done I hold space listening  to the quiet depths. Facing a mirror  I pray for clarity  asking to see from the one I. This art of navigation is tricky business reading the heavens  while moving inward  and beyond  sounding the way  with light. Emergent green filters this shift in perspective as shadows bend and fold the sun into my thirsty skin. I, the explorer, having tasted the Mother Plant become dissolving form carried on the dragons’ breath between dreams  of shredding teeth  and melting ice to a safe and loving shore.   Home now, the winter wood stacked low on the porch. Last night the lilacs opened  and I, in May’s fragrant embrace awake within a mother’s beating heart. Kate DeChard May 10, 2007 August 2008 February 2008 January 2008 October, 2007 August, 2007 May, 2007 April, 2007 March, 2007 February, 2007 January, 2007 December, 2006 November, 2006 September, 2006 June, 2006 April, 2006 March, 2006 February, 2006 January, 2006 December, 2005