Hestia oh Hestia the warmth from your fire lights me up with rooted bliss

Calming the bitter winds of Oya’s loneliness beckoning me to open my heart

Compelling me to expand my mind

Swirling the life I’ve dared to dream with visions watching over my narrow view

Glittering sparkle of Sophia’s wings wrapped around my shoulders

Scraping off the attachments to what I knew and how I learned to cry

 

The white blanket dries my contemplative eyes in warming hibernation

shivers of glory sneaks under the covers peaking one eye out the window

witnessing the quiet of the trees tender seduction

isolated by nature

a welcoming cave to the inner compartments of my soul coated in sweetness of

a good cup of coffee and a birds-eye view of the Olympian striving to be all that we

compare ourselves to be

A day gone by with not much to show for it by the standards set from the mountain on high

Simple whisps of satisfaction float like bubbles off the stove popping as it hits the burner

and reinvents itself between my palms giving grace to the bounty before me

A candle lights my way as the sound of the storm feels like an intruder wanting to break in

The yoga mat all set up for this winter visitor to dance circles around my tight muscles

and set the pace of my breath to the sound of the wind

My crystals all set up to the surge of power harnessed by the moon

ready to move us all closer to our own center of the world

close enough to touch one another

to kiss the light of the loving-ness between us

never to be apart again

in the silliness

of separation