She Who Carries the Seeds
Jennifer Lothrigel
Sturdy elder Mother tree,
knotted, gnarled with symbols of embodied destiny
She only spoke to me
because I got down on my knees with forgiveness
flowing through my body.
She invited me in
to her earthen bedroom
to sleep for five nights within the walls of her circular memories.
During those nights I dreamt of the great Mother’s body--
heavenly womb of all creation. Her roots--
like the eldest of all the grandmothers' hands wove
love stories into my genetic tapestry,
Akoma, Anahata, Karuna
I dreamt of soft pink petals opening wide to kiss my forehead--
regenerative wisdom, implanted into my mind’s eye
and damp blades of grass bowing down in surrender.
I woke to the beating of my healed heart
entrained to the bellowing soul of the wind--
sunk down into the deep fertile ground of my being
and allowed myself to be carried home.
knotted, gnarled with symbols of embodied destiny
She only spoke to me
because I got down on my knees with forgiveness
flowing through my body.
She invited me in
to her earthen bedroom
to sleep for five nights within the walls of her circular memories.
During those nights I dreamt of the great Mother’s body--
heavenly womb of all creation. Her roots--
like the eldest of all the grandmothers' hands wove
love stories into my genetic tapestry,
Akoma, Anahata, Karuna
I dreamt of soft pink petals opening wide to kiss my forehead--
regenerative wisdom, implanted into my mind’s eye
and damp blades of grass bowing down in surrender.
I woke to the beating of my healed heart
entrained to the bellowing soul of the wind--
sunk down into the deep fertile ground of my being
and allowed myself to be carried home.
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Working notes
I wrote 'She Who Carries The Seeds' as a direct response to the 'Radical' theme. I always start my writing intuitively by feeling for a place of truth within my body and then I begin to write from that place. When I proposed this concept of 'Radical to my psyche, I had a vision of myself approaching a very wise tree in a state of surrender, and in need of healing. This is my idea of living Radically; to regard such practices as working in partnership with Nature as a means for sustaining wellness, both personally and collectively. In this poem I really connected to the sensation of sleeping inside a giant tree, almost like an infant in a womb, being reborn as a woman so in tune to the rhythms of Mother Earth that my fears of separation or abandonment could no longer claim me.
About the author
Jennifer Lothrigel is an emerging poet, artist, and Spiritual healer residing in Southern California. She is a contributor to We' Moon and is working towards publishing more of her work.