By Lynn Wright
I am a Treewoman deeply rooted in the heartfelt knowledge of who I really am
Spiritual gems and mysteries lie at the core of my being
My task is to find them, for they have been heavily covered over and buried
Under a dark and heavy burden of pain, abuse, oppression and lies
Individual and unique, my movements are a dance of life
Interacting with the world around me
I am afraid of my vulnerability, but it allows for changes in my movements and
Keeps me from being overly rigid so that I can to bend and not break
when the winds of life assail me
To be myself I must let go of my false belief that by allowing myself to be
Swayed by other people’s needs and opinions I can be safer
My strength and sustenance, each breath I take all come from the Creator
My movement, my growth, my voice are a call a praise, a thanks, to life, to all that is good
I am becoming an imperfectionist, perfectly imperfect
Realizing that the trauma is the problem, not me
It has placed artificial boundaries around how I am in the world.
Feeling the support of the floor and my breath I move around my pain and limitations
A Treewoman needs space to be herself, to flow without direction
To be in touch with the mysterious, to love and to be herself
Once she begins to love herself inwardly she can relate to the world in a way that respects
Her boundaries and does not compromise who she is.
A loving, joyful, free, creative being