The leaves and the trees remind me to eat the light, rest in the shadow, drink the rain storms.  Sun warms and has my back, even when my own shadow surprises me.  All fear is my own shadow.  Some days are spent dancing around the room punching at my shadow; I never seem to connect with a punch.  The shadow laughs at me.

Shadows aren’t real, but they are the fear that keeps me from bursting my light.  I often loose sight of my spirit-infused human (merely being) inside this dear tender skin of Gaia.  It is an essential partnership.  The spirit wanted SO much to be part of this beautiful blue-green orb, and the earth-ashes-rock-water-fire desired with all it’s heart to feel the urging of Divine light from within.

I close my eyes and feel the eternal fire of Her star within every cell of my body.  I shine my smile on the shadow and we dance.