Letting Go

Coyote was going there
She had me aboard
My ego strapped to her back
Packed like a parachute.

Being carried by her
on through the dark night
Travelling through the long night
Dreaming in the deep night.

Endless cycles journeyed
Unable to let go
And fall over the edge
Into my own heart.

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I live and work in a beautiful place with a river and beach and the wild west coast. Having grown up without a TV, as a family we read a lot. This lead to me writing a lot which in turn lead to a habit of writing poetry to make sense of my world. My grandmother painted. Lovely oils and water colours which she encouraged me to try. For many years I did very little, life was not conducive to creativity until came a time when life turned on its head and suddenly I found expression in creativity with the Intentional Creativity method taught by Shiloh Sophia McCloud in her Color of Women training. So here I am, writer, artist, ritual maker showing my offerings to the world.

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