The forest welcomes me on my daily pilgrimage. My bare feet open to the throb of the earth, a steady rhythm in unison with my heartbeat. 

‘Slow down’ she whispers. As the branches wave, bird chants soothe the echoes of my human mind, trees and dogs invite me for an intimate hug, I melt.

The moon is at its fullest, the cricket’s noisy trance, dark shadows revealing hidden fears, initiations into faith and humility.

Rustling leaves in the bush, a wild pig crosses my path, a snake walks over my feet, while I cursed the forest, not to have elephants or rivers.

Day after day, She reveals Her face to me, Her power, Her beauty, Her unexpected moves in the eternal rhythm of synchronicity.

Another gentle snake guardian stops me in my tracks, a big toad being swallowed. Evil transformed by serpent power.

Colours and shapes, oh you beauty! You shed your skins, inviting me to surrender to your wonder. Seeds of wisdom and phychological perfection fall into place.

My feet walk with the ashes of burnt memories.

Lockdown imposes; I clean, I cook, I garden.

I weave a net with ropes of God. In my heart, neurons grow, vibrating with Earth’s blessings. Water breaks and birth is imminent; it will be wild, expectant, and non-linear. A bubble, after the rains, grows, joins and pops.

My cat purrs with the stars at night.

Returning; I yawn, I cry, I pray.