A Black Bear Dream

A reckoning. I can't work this life, this way. Instead, it works me.

You hid your hands from me and now I try to join them under a pure, white sheet.

The drop to my death. Cliffs and mushrooms. How many lives do we get?

I've never felt more like a woman than I did that day.

Mary Magdalene burned with radiant fire and light in her Lord's gaze, not as fangirl or acolyte, but as a feminine equal to his masculine ordination. I feel her now, in the presence of your mystic path, coming alive in a way that brings love and holiness to all. Mary's lessons have almost come to completion in me. In us? Come closer, beloved. There is yet another step to take.

I wake a 4 a.m. from a black-bear dream. One wonders if she isn't getting the message or if the past is just saying, “hey, do what bears gotta do.” Just be. Here. Now.

Winter is coming, my love, but I shall fight to stay awake as long as possible.