The moment when she dares to step forward
And sound her soul into the universe,
Revealing that which, with its own intent
Takes her and runs full tilt, to that new place
Beyond the known she never felt before.

To see that manifesting beautifully,
A flowering full of joy and pain and grief,
Touches my heart with some mysterious force
That lifts and opens, gifts me with a view
Of rolling fields and gentle sunlit hills.

Her sound is mine, her joy my joy, her pain
My suffering, as we together stand
In circle, join our hands and feel our strength,
Our softness and our truth. This day we dance
A song of deep communion and love.

Songs of Fulfilment, February 2026