That which no longer feeds her has become ash to the Earth;
No longer a temptation to consume.
Rediscovering hunger; numb dissolves…
Feeling the sharp edges and the nourishing moss beneath my feet; no longer will I trade one for the other.
THIS IS MY PATH.
Where would you have me go?
What would you have me do?
What would you have me say and to whom?
I am alive when I heed the call of knowing.
Coming hOMe to truth…
Coming hOMe to me…
Listen.
This fire is the whisper of your soul.