Here are the words you need to hear

You've always been an earth girl, my love.
You'd sleep with your window open and hear the ocean
Wake in the middle of the night and look at the stars.
Even when you first started your moon time you knew to bleed on the dirt
Squatted in malasana, hips rocking, watching the ants
You'd trail your hand across the plants
Pluck parsley, intuitively feeding yourself with what you needed
Chew fennel seeds and cook potatoes on the fire with garlic and rosemary
You always identified with the witch, the loners on the outskirt -

the hut in the forest with the hanging bouquets
the jars of herbs and honey

it's okay to step away now, back into the forest
you've had your time, earning your keep, the roof over your head
you tried a while to live in that world
still, you felt the loner. It was never really you, was it?
You missed the girl that slept with the window open
That walked on the dirt barefoot and swam naked in the ocean

This now is the time of your becoming
Or maybe it's just a journey back - an allowing yourself to be
Again the girl who cooks and reads and writes poetry
Who listens to the swell of the earth & the mushrooms singing
Plants seeds in the ground to share with those who need it
Thyme and calendula, melissa and yarrow

The hut in the forest with the hanging bouquets
the jars of herbs and honey