Wild Nature Unfiltered

There.
Where one rock kisses the other

There is stillness.
There is solidity.
Stability.

A safe resting place, warmed by the flames of Her burning.

I can see it coming, Her fire, in glimpses through the stones.

I can hear it whispering already

About the power of Burning Woman.

Not the one at the stake. The phoenix.

But for now, I sit with the rocks around the fire to come
Hers and mine.

Holding hands with my ancestors,
I rest
Find stability
Build the vessel in which we
Her and I
Will unleash.
Burn.
Rise.

And held by the Ancient Ones we will be birthing the wild
Divinely intelligent Nature
Of the New.

When the flames of Your spirit start roaring, Dear One, let them.

Rest
Assured
By Her steadfastness.
She is Your rocks
Kissing each other
To cradle Your fire.

Text & Photo © Anna Sophia Fink