Spinning straw into gold

you know who you are you know why you are here. you understand the deep medicine of once upon a time. in your closet there is a pouch filled with threads and bones. you have followed the line of threads to wild huts in even wilder woods. where witches planted your feet like autumn bulbs in soil and watched as your life withdrew and descended, and tendrils grew from your soles and souls and shoots spiraled from your heart and through your lips into the unending lilac sky

you know who you are and why you are here. you have been a story long before it had a title. long before you knew the words for your part. you were bound to it and you cut pages away and burned them with cinnamon and myrrh. you fed whole paragraphs to dragons. you were a maiden and a spinster, a weaver, a spinner a magic word bringer. you learned that all the raw material is a metaphor for lead or straw or coal and you know that you can spin it or alchemize it into diamonds or gold.

you know that stories grow and travel in icicles and thorns and down the path less chosen and that although the threads might be shattered or tattered or bare or raw they are the raw material for gold.

for becoming whole for becoming author.

spinner. spider. not fly. for becoming more human. for taming dragons. for embodying the princess the soul of the tale. you are that. the soul. the poem. the fire. the power of words. Firebird light bringer. Out of darkness Into embodied flight. Spinning Straw Into Gold

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