The mountains in the valley like the curves of a woman, the rivers that run deep over rocks, my flesh, the water as my blood cascading waterfalls as yoni nectar, your body is my body. The crisp air as pure energy, I breathe your breath, as one, the smell of the rich earth, the scent of sweet grass, the swaying flowers radiating their perfume as an offering of sacredness to me, to show me my beauty. I bow to it all in deep reverance. The trees bow down to my brow, in unity crowning me with their leaves. I stepped into your crystal waters, holy silk wrapping my body, back to your womb, held, floating, as I lay on my back as the sun shone its dappled light through the trees, onto my body. Water carressing my body with her holiness, baptised by nature’s healing, replenished, rebirthed a new. I climbed onto rocks and felt the warmth from Her, speaking to me in her poetry. “You are my daughter I embrace you, the balance is returning, swim in my waters, walk barefoot, sing to the flowers and the trees, put your womb to my womb, cry your tears, I embrace you, I hold you, we are one, one body. -Hazel Pritchard