For a warrior bitch, being mild mannered sounds completely weak and wimpy–how could that ever win a war or conquer a country or pave a route to the new land?  But after seeing vanquished fields of family and ruined towers of career, I’ve been willing to give it a try.

It takes a warrior to be quiet.  It takes a bitch that has plowed through deep jungles to sit and watch and listen to a fierce conversation with a feral animal in fear.  Shedding all personal vulnerabilites, donning a shield of pure impenatrable peace, each breath is an elixir of strength.  Each still moment within spreads a light of love.

Every cell in my body nods at the surety of safety.  All my muscles are relaxed yet firm.  I have scouted the land and there is nothing that the Power I hold fears.  Firm on the endless rock of Gaia, standing at home in the venerable forest of sequoia, my hair plaited with Her fairy flowers, I am that I am that I Am.