My feet meet the earth
But I don't seem to feel them
Am I falling, or flying?
Birds sing despite the lingering patches of icy snow
Is it winter, or spring?
The sun ducks behind a cloud and then peers out the other side, touching my face
The weather dabbles with its decision
Or indecision?
Must it be
Either, or?
Less, or more?
I loved seeing you, she said
You looked gorgeous
But did she?
See me, I mean
The pain behind the glitter
The heartbreak beyond the cheerful pattern of my babydoll dress with the magenta tights and the calf high boots?
Nature says to me
"Look into my mirror, child,
Lean in close and see
You are the storm
And the sun
The earth and the sky
The calm
And the chaos
The ecstacy
And the ache
If I can hold all of those things in one magnificent container, so too can you. Be all of it.
Ignite every speck of stardust within your soul, and be brilliant.
Be kind.
Be intoxicating, and too bold, and too much.
Be erotic and eclectic, and breathe in life- breathe that life into the world around you.
Be awkward, and artistic and alive - be A-live even when you are A-fraid.
Trust me. Trust you.
Carrie wonders how she was born with legs instead of roots, but accepts that it's because she is here to transcend the gap. She is a mother, a lover, a sister, and a weaver of words. A Rite of Return initiate, Carrie has claimed her space as a whole woman creating a peaceful and stable future for herself and her children with the help of her community.
