This is terrifying-but it makes a lot of sense. Yet another reason to work for our reconnection.
My gods come to me when they find my heart open.
They come when I am walking in the forest at twilight. They come when I am watching the wind blow across water that was still just a moment before. They come when I am lying in bed at the edge of waking, calling first in the voices of Owls and Ravens. They come when my lover and I are alone on a winter’s night by the woodstove. They come when I am at the gym and the rest of the world slips away and in the moment before they arrive there is nothing but the weight pressing down and my muscles pushing against it. They come with the scent of Hawthorne blossoms and the feeling of cold rain on bare skin.
They come when I am deeply embodied and open to connection —…
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