The Star

Rituals feel like a sturdy shoe,

Bouncy soul, duty worn, made

for mileage.

When I used to hear the word ritual I thought it

full of sexy magic, sensual light

flicking on shadowy places.

In this season I feel it exists more in the

Earth.

Lumps and clumps of soil,

sediment and rock.

Layered in ages and geological events.

My soul settles here.

Categories: 2021, Written Offerings
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