Somewhere there is a room
made of bee’s wax and heart honey
and the sound that is left after the meditation gong has gone still
In it sits the woman you actually are
a woman restored
a woman of wholeness
a woman enough
a woman who chooses
and embraces the consequences gleefully, mindfully
turning them over and over like love notes from the Divine
here the shero’s journey begins and ends
what has been lost is found
to have never been lost
now what fun it will be to tell the world
but first, you tuck in
rest awhile
and listen to the wise woman you already are
