Tendrils of peace

I am a guest in this house

praying for tendrils of peace to infiltrate, infect

persistent...slithering paths...unrelenting.

coming in under the garage door, cracks of the basement

window screens, up the stairs.

circling, encircling the Dear Ones

flowing into minds body Spirit.

When did you stop dancing?

"In many shamanic societies, if you came to a medicine person complaining of being disheartened, dispirited, or depressed, they would ask one of four questions. When did you stop dancing? When did you stop singing? When did you stop being enchanted by stories? When did you stop finding comfort in the sweet territory of silence?" -Gabrielle Roth