Gifts along the path
Desert Woman gave me a rock.
A small hard grey rock.
A rock so soft outside
A rock so strong inside.
A rock to symbolise my centre, my unmovable, unshakeable determination to be me, to walk my path and follow my thread.
Forest Woman gave me a shaker.
A shaker of wood and gourd.
Full of seeds and music.
Full of potential and ideas.
To help me stay in rhythm and s…
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