Kinwomen

I sit with a quiet grin,

watching the wildness bloom around me;

womyn weaving themselves into kin,

as if it were the most natural thing.

Meals made with joy,

eaten in reverence,

gratitude held in every bite,

laughter spilling like sunlight
through open windows.

We dance
around the kitchen, the barn,

ease in our steps,
freedom in our breath.

Here, at Earth Lodge on Sand River,

love grows like moss; slow, soft, sure,

and safety wraps around us
like a well-worn shawl.

It feels like home.

Like a breath finally released.


Like something ancient and necessary.

Baptized in Lake Superior,


I shed what I no longer carry

and rise
with a new piece of myself
found in the cold, clear water.