she guides me home
Even the moon
knows
I am alone
and in her light
I feel embraced
less afraid
she calls my name
she guides me home
~victoria pettella~
she guides me home
she guides me home
she guides me home
I am home
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There are those quiet moments
that stand out to you and only you
those solitary spaces you inhabit alone
you travel into them deeply
and restlessly
Hands reaching out into the unknowable realm
tears releasing a vibrant strand from the sequence of pain
untying an imperative seam from your frail, stitched being,
the flesh that is still somehow holding itself together
unfurls itself into beautiful chaos and freedom
Your soul summons a true offering,
giving your heart to the night cauldron of stars
Beneath a wild Goddess moon
I wrote a diary inked in black walnut
and dragon's blood
chanted aloud in luminous tongues
moon , after moon after moon
A vessel of poems pouring the drink
of broken places and the ashes of dreams
of endless wounds and every remedy
questing for signs
she answered me
she answered
me
And in that space of eternal longing
she called my name,
she took me into her arms
and I was home.
Her breath became my breath
sealing all the lost caves, cuts
and tattered forests from the inside
and then weaving all the way
through the skin with her living Light
like a radiant spark
that returned itself to me.
The piece that was always there
That sacred piece of me
that I am
to never
ever
let go.
~victoria pettella~
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Enjoy the magic
of the Dreamy Pisces Full Moon
September 6
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