She guides me home

she guides me home

Even the moon

knows

I am alone

and in her light

I feel embraced

less afraid

she calls my name

she guides me home

~victoria pettella~

she guides me home

she guides me home

she guides me home

I am home

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There are those quiet moments

that stand out to you and only you

those solitary spaces you inhabit alone

you travel into them deeply

and restlessly

 Hands reaching out into the unknowable realm

tears releasing a vibrant strand from the sequence of pain

untying an imperative seam from your frail, stitched being, 

the flesh that is still somehow holding itself together

unfurls itself into beautiful chaos and freedom

Your soul summons a true offering, 

giving your heart to the night cauldron of stars

Beneath a wild Goddess moon

I wrote a diary inked in black walnut
and dragon's blood
 chanted aloud in luminous tongues

 moon , after moon after moon

A vessel of poems pouring the drink

of broken places and the ashes of dreams

of endless wounds and every remedy

questing for signs

she answered me

she answered

me

And in that space of eternal longing

she called my name, 

she took me into her arms

and I was home.

Her breath became my breath 

sealing all the lost caves, cuts
and tattered forests from the inside 

and then weaving all the way
through the skin with her living Light

 like a radiant spark 

that returned itself to me.

The piece that was always there

That sacred piece of me 

that I am 

to never 

ever 

let go.

~victoria pettella~

I 

am 

home

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Enjoy the magic
of the Dreamy Pisces Full Moon
September 6
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