Begin at the end, they said.
And so she turned her face towards the full-bodied moon and howled.
And then again when the moon was gone, to call it back to her night skies.
Make love, they said.
And so she found a man with the heart of a lion.
One who roams the wild, alone, and yet alongside her wildness.
Collect the bones, they said.
And so she dug deep, pulling remnants from her chest which no longer served.
Bones to be honoured and then buried in the woods to be returned.
Listen, they said.
And so with eyes closed she brought silence to the screaming world around her.
In the white noise the words she needed to hear became clear.
Raise the children, they said.
And so with a softening she turned to her inner child in remembrance.
Standing tall for those who are not yet grown and yet someday will be.
Be grounded in belief, they said.
And so she questioned and answered and kept her friends close.
Building a forest of strength, so like a tree surrounded she would not fall in the storm.
Walk the earth, they said.
And so she ventured, journeying far but always returning.
Sometimes staying close, to find new secrets in the familiar and the known.
Sleep, they said.
But she was not yet ready, and so drifted and dreamed alongside the stars.
Asking questions amongst them until the dawn brought awakening to her soul.
Feast, they said.
And so she did.
On all the world had to offer,
And in return she learned and grew and