While I've been gone I have started and stopped, feasted and fasted, struck out and held close. I have been sitting in virtual circle and digging deep, excavating nuggets of gold and shards of fractured glass. I have lost and found hope
meditated on chicken feet
and equally complex natural worlds unto themselves.
I have journeyed
and squirrelled myself away from the world
and came fearlessly close to nature.
I asked for one feather
and received whole birds, and more.
while my heart cracks wider and wider and I am called to go deeper and deeper into the excruciatingly lonely practice of forgiveness.