I have fallen in love with this land.
The lush rolling hills - the giant trees - the dark rich soil - the cascading waterfalls - the great big sky - the holy mountains.
Someone once called this place Gods country, and I believe that it is.
The promised lands of fertile fields, the crystalline air, a majestic heart.
Freedom still lives in these hills - held off by the stubborn ones - the warriors - the ones who listen to higher authorities - the ones who have been demonized by this dark and collapsing empire.
But more than this - I feel the echo of my ancestors - the woodland inlets and mossy floor, the mists at dawn and dusk that tell of the mystery of ages, a shining star from far away come down to terra, planting it’s royal seeds.
We are still here.
I feel the echo of her voice deep inside of me the healing of the soul wound that asked me to subjugate myself - my life - to fit a narcissists fantasy.
As she rises, I weep tears of grief and joy, tears of love and freedom, and the tears of righteous anger for all those who have been exiled - all those who have been betrayed and forsaken - all those who are coming home.
Shine.
