The crows call out to me
“She is here! She is here! She is here!”
Not meaning me, of course, but Her.
The one. Herself. The Morrigan.
A relationship that I did not seek out
but found me just the same.
An energy so powerful, so ancient
that once sensed it cannot, will not be ignored.
I make my way through the gate, past the graveyard
the energy rising to greet me
Onward to the grassy path
a brief pause, and then I climb
All the while the crows call out
“She is here! She is here! She is here!”
I silence my ego
the part of me that will question everything
Casting doubt and throwing shade
destroying the sacred
in favor of insecurity
keeping me stuck
Connecting with the land
and all that occurred
since it all began
I wait
She does not speak,
but rather
introduces Herself
with a nod and a knowing smile
The crows are silenced
welcoming Her into the space
waiting
for Her instructions
She retreats
and
sensing this
they take to the sky
“She is here! She is here! She is here!”
