S W A M P S

I seek them for solace, for refuge. I can cry my aching heart into the muck & the swamp can take it— there’s strength in its ability to absorb more, more, more of all the things that don’t serve me; every old leaf, flower, needle, branch, seed or cone finds a place to settle under the surface where it grows to become a part of or decomposes to nourish the ecosystem.

I sought the swamp’s solace tonight. Deep, dark, dank & delicious. I cried and screamed until my throat ached & my body surrendered, giving it all up to the Mother.

She lurks just beyond my perception, but I know she’s there, catching, holding, protecting, nurturing, breathing. I find mother Kali in the swamp; amongst the roses; in my meditation; and through my most challenging adventures & relationships.

When I close my eyes and breathe the heavy, swampy air, I feel her arms around me and I weep with relief— I feel safe; I feel loved; I feel seen, heard, needed, wanted, appreciated, accepted, supported, understood..
Held..
Touched..

In the swamp, I feel all the things.