As the snowflakes drop
I continue my journey of remembering
Passing through arches and gateways
Honouring the small steps
Alongside the bigger appetite
Dropping into my tissue body
And creating space inside
Feeling flesh and then no more boundaries
As I try and let go of control and fright
Softer I become
With each inhale I remember
All the different places to which I have belonged
I lick the wounds of separation
That feel like a big or small rip tide
And I know feeling through it will allow me not to hide
Will allow me to drop even deeper
Into the ocean — the rocks — the soil — the flames with an encouraging wind by my side