Yes, I know I wrote a “Spell to Tumble the Tower of Patriarchy” just a couple days ago. So?

by Beth Weaver-Kreider

Heal the girl inside you.
Remake the stories, and
reel them back and back
into time, where the girl,
enthralled by Beauty,
(not in thrall to power)
enters the mouth of the earth,
where she chooses her pathway,
following the red flower
of her own truth, her own
permission, her own purpose
into the heart of her own realm.

Give her agency.
Give her choice.
Honor her and listen to her voice.
Look into the shadows
through her curious eyes.
Feel her power rise within you.

This time, when the gods come ravaging,
rise with her in the door to the cavern,
summon the tribe of fierce mothers
of fearsome and raging cave bears,
morning sun glinting on your ravening teeth.

Be the raven who guards
the boundary between,
become the hunter of the predators,
take vengeance into your jaws.

Look for the terror to rise in their eyes.
Growl. Give chase. Howl.
An older magic than theirs lives here.
A wilder wisdom feeds this older story.

They may not pass into your secret places.
They may not enter your guarded door.
Their reign of terror will shatter,
shards scattering, raining down upon them.

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Gratitude List:
1. Laughter
2. How my succulents are growing even in the dark season
3. The sun through clouds
4. Colored pencils
5. A little full-spectrum light to tide me through the season
May we walk in Beauty!