to Deborah

Stepping into the sacred wooded circle, stillness to the quantum planes greets the visitor.

You, our guide, show us by your deep-eyed glance where the healing tinctures have matured in the long sun and shadow cycle.

Steeped a lifetime, now they are ready.

A touch to the aura in this place of brown and green and gold, opens the memory to the ruby scent and blossom of the heart.

for Theresa

You are weaving new colors into the collective consciousness.

The children, whose eyes know these things, smile among themselves. "This," they say silently, "reminds us of back before when."

They laugh, and fall to this so physical, ground. Safe, knowing that you hold the vision.

for Joel

Gentle rain on parched inner leaves.
Pushed down somewhat by the weight of the gift, there is at first, some resistance.

The roots however sigh, "embrace this."

We turn fully to the flow,
Nourished beyond our dreaming.

Stillness in the forest.
Strong light defines the clearing.
Here the gathering has been called.
Now, its your turn to lead the old dance once again.