“You are here still.
Despite it all.
Despite the struggles shaped from twisted pain.
Despite the breaking, the forcing and the damming.
Even though your wild became bleak, cut down to the bone.
You are here.
Your heart open, your senses feeling, your seeds blooming.
Your skin scarred as it is, shines with wild life.
Your pockets full of medicine weeds, acorns and rose petals.
Your wild growing again, reclaiming space.
This my dear one, is wild magic.
This is alchemy.”
— Brigit Anna McNeill
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