by Soul Places | Diane Ludeking
This Friday marks the end of a year long course I took for spiritual initiation. Each student has designed her own ceremony to celebrate this momentous year and all that she has learned. I look forward to feeling this ritual in every fiber of my being in order to carry it with me forever – along with the rituals of my beloved sisters. I wrote this poem a while ago but feel that it sums up this last year for me very well.
by Diane LudekingEasing in until last hair joins first toe Wholly embraced in wet solitude A muted underwater world
Become her. The soul you think is separate Ghosts towards you
Your first love returned Together at birth, divided in life Easing in to a baptism of belonging