Dear Spirit,
Where have you gone?
Have you been blown off-course by insults, back-handed compliments, and broken promises?
Have you been twisted and tangled inward and outward like a tortuous tornado of emotional abuse, manipulation, gaslighting, stonewalling, and passive-aggressive behaviour
so you no longer know which way is up?
Can you look to the form of a tree, and while you blink in this upside-down position,
can you reframe what you know of this tree?
As Spirit,
can you see that this tree’s branches are also its roots – reaching into the sky and being held there just as they are meant to.
Can you make the connection to that which roots you – your feet –
for although you may be twisted and turned around, you may always outstretch your toes
stretch them out in awareness and ground them to the sky.
Nothing can knock you off-balance so much that you can’t find your way back home to yourself.
Reach your arms out and down or to the sides,
depending at which place you are in the tumble.
A tumbleweed needs no roots to be exactly what it is.
Maybe you were made to tumble to know that it was not one place, not one person, not one feeling nor moment that made you, you.
You are infinitely connected.
Pieces coming back like broken glass, or shards of self,
rejoining with glue, or gold, or honey, in whichever way makes sense right now.
The twigs and branches of your psyche are baring new fruit
The bees and birds are joining you
attracted to your sweetness, to the love you share
to the joy and tenderness and generosity you bring others.
I love you Dear Spirit, thank you for your time.
where rivers are born 