I danced. And after I danced, I let the words come.
I am she, the one you dance for, to feel, to fur, to follow.
Wake up your bones, your voice, your heart. Move.
In me you will find not one, but many,
for many are the forms of the Wild One.
We are in the flights of crows, their caws and creaks in the wind.
We are in the fox’s noises, the soft damp earth that crumbles into black.
We are in the fires that warm, that cook, that burn and shine into the void.
We are in the sounds and scents of the forest, the coolness under your feet.
In a circle we stand, hands outstretched to the next, and the next, and the next,
Stretching into the beyond, of space, of time, of ancestors, of future.
You are here too. In this circle. In this space.
One of us.
Feel now, the antlers that rise from your head like branches to the sky, like lighting.
Feel your muzzle, strong and fierce with sharp teeth and soft fur.
Feel the serpent that moves in your blood,
The spider that spins in the darkness of your womb
The drops that fall to the floor, the Earth, the Deep.
Move now, let your breath come heavy and hot,
Let the sweat cool on your bare skin,
Let your flesh shake and slap against you,
Let you express without shame, without witness.
Rest now, pause and let the starlight fall,
Soothing in the calm and still moments
Where you permit softness, let eyes close
Safe in your skin, your form,
Be now. Be however you wish,
Be what your Will demands and your Heart expands,
Be. Just Be.