Light
A story held in a copper cauldron
She begins brewing her magic in a copper cauldron deep within her belly. She fills it with a warm yellow light. The light is comforting and gentle. She feels the light like a firefly slowly intensifying its glow and becoming more powerful.
Into the cauldron she adds a deep layer of the richest soil. She squishes her bare feet into the dirt before sitting in the softness within the light within the cauldron within herself.
In the vessel a forest grows. There are tall trees and a stream with the clearest water gently runs through it. The sunlight filters through the forest canopy keeping her body temperature exactly how she desires it. It is time to explore.
There is a mother-father crow on her right shoulder. It is her psychic guide. She walks towards the rundown hut-like she always does in the Hansel and Gretel fairytale. Only this time, the crone benevolently welcomes her and is cooking something in the oven to share with her. She wonders if she will learn new magick.
The crone is a part of her and she knows it. She is at once curious, mystified, and tentative. She embraces the crone and tells her she must go to explore more, but she will return. Now there is a young crow on her left shoulder. The young crow is also her.
When she began to call in her guides a devil figure tried to join the journey behind her, but her Grandmother stepped in and shooed him away. Was he just a shadow that she will explore later? She doesn’t yet know.
On the ground, meditating in her backyard, there is a ruckus in the magnolia tree above her. She smells the scent of the sweetly fragrant but not quite yet opened flowers. She lets the noise pass. Tears roll down her cheeks at such a slow pace that she is grinning by the time they touch below her glasses.
It is time to float through the yard. She follows an invisible tug. A branch floats effortlessly downward from a tall sycamore tree. She can see the cotton floating when she becomes one with the air, another element moving in natural spirit with the red cardinals, water, and redbud leaves.
From the copper cauldron a multi-colored snake rises upward to her chest, her throat, her third eye, her green, and purple aura. The snake is mysterious. She often thinks about letting it sink its fangs into her flesh. But, so far she has not let it.
She remembers the light in her belly. She sinks into its comfort and safety. She is healing. She is home. She keeps the warm yellow light brewing in the cauldron within herself. She allows herself to rest.