“Where there is a woman there is magic.” ~Ntozake Shange
Rosebuds dance rebelliously in our hair
Red poppies swing to sinful rhythms in the small of our backs
Blushing leaves scatter like butterflies, kissing our raw cheeks
and rolling moss hills support our strong barefoot steps.
The earth exhales, and we exhale, rooting down to rise up, up, up, from fiercely feathered lungs.
Our eyes, blessed with bits of stardust,
cut through diamond-hard, caked-on bullsh*t
to see crystalline blossoms of truth.
The rain pours, we splash in puddles, hair drenched, hearts happy.
We ride ruby red waves under the juicy full moon
whispering heartfelt truths like honey
and turning tears into roaring rivers of pure transformation.
The sun shines, we lap it up, bathing our shadows in pools of warm, shimmering light.
Our hips hold the secrets of the breeze.
We sway sultry, side to side
revealing sacred hibiscus nectar knowledge
and powerful passionfruit elixirs that can
Our songs are symphonies born to radiate
like glowing neon sign nebulas
and fall like shooting stars
landing on every damn corner of this earth.
Far-reaching and incredible
are the voices that shake the most.
The earth has ears
and so does the breeze and sun and sea and wind.
They want to hear
Unbelievably far-reaching and incredible
are the voices
that shake the most.
Author: Sarah Harvey
Editor: Ashleigh Hitchcock