I know the puddle on the floor.

Right now, I am able to notice how elevated I feel in the chair just above it.

Somehow the fire has graced me with just enough will to sit upright, drawn to its warmth.

Is that dawn, just on the horizon?

Pluto, I am at home in your depths, born of your mystery. 

Spring dawns in my heart from your dark medicine, making the soil rich and pure.

Though I don't know it yet, flowers will bloom here and make gardens of me.

Angels, be my breath as I locate my heart. 

Spilling all the joy-filled moments to make room for more. 

The extraction feels unkind and filled with compassion all at once.

Eternal winter in the underbelly of grief. What to say?

But plenty to feel.

Uncovered, raw, wandering in the wilderness of unclean thoughts and abbreviations of the Soul, lived out in a body. 

Somehow, some way, under grace - Love will hit the mark.

I know it will change me to walk again.