"Moonlight Dangled From Their Wrists"

The following is a poem written by my dear friend Natasha Reilly,
and what I painted "in response".....



Sometimes I pray to the trees and when I do everything opens.

Under the darkened sky,
the trees whisper stories of sprites and ancient souls,
Of women who howled at the moon - mad with delight -
and danced in scarves made of stardust,
their bodies shimmering in the moonlight.




They would sing to Mother Moon
songs that sounded like the giggles of children -
raw, honest, pure and full of innocent beliefs.
Then lay down with wolves upon the Earth -
Goddesses of the Moss,
grass and all manner of green, moist growth.





After

Rays of moonlight dangled from their wrists like jewels
and they danced.
They danced for the owl - to inherit its wisdom.
They danced for the stars - to honor light -
the light of heaven and Earth.



They danced for the naked tree limbs to celebrate vulnerability.
They danced for the promise of colored leaves -
the changes that life would bring to all of them,
the promise of explosive beauty before death.




They kissed the sky, savored the clouds,
made love to the galaxy of planets
and prayed to the orbs of light that hovered in dew drops
as the first bands of warmth stretched likea cat across the horizon.

Joy dripped from the corners of their lips like raindrops and pregnant with passion
they let forth a holler to the sky before disappearing into the mist.



Yes, sometimes I pray to the trees and when I do every wonder is revealed.

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This is Natasha.
We met in Sedona last year while on our first
FEARLESS™ Painting Retreat.
(BTW - She cartwheels A LOT!)

She and I decided to play with poetry and painting over a series of text messages.
Isn't that magical?
Through the power of satellite transmissions and energy waves, we did it!
And there's more to come - in a day or two.....

Until then, do go visit Natasha here.