When I get lost in the swirl of every day things. When I am drowning in the dishes and dirty laundry and unsent emails.
She comes to remind me that there is a way through. To be sure-footed and steadfast. To remind me that I am almost there—at the threshold—and the fires that burn on the other side will smolder bright into flames. She comes to tell me not to forget, to keep pace, to find my way through the dark, to have eyes in the night.
She comes when I start to forget.
She says now is the time to voyage. Walk steady and fast. She says wear the warpaint and smudge the rooms. She says send up the smoke signals and let the ashes fall. Breathe in love and grace. She says the remains will be pure and true.