Secrets locked deep, shields up.
Hibernating, stewing in my mental juices,
A cauldron of the past percolates memories.
I stir, notice what comes up to the surface,
What is on my mind, my roller coaster of emotions.
Swallowing the little things, let them go,
Moving upon bigger things, purging the past.
Giving myself permission
To cultivate more lightheartedness,
I allow myself to laugh...
With the universal trickster, coyote.
The witch cackling over her bubbles,
Completion of spells, the casting out of doubts...
The transformation has begun.
