I am a child of heat and friction,
of love and lust,
of laughter and wisdom.
I am a child of golden summer sun,
of amber harvest moon,
birthed in mountain shadow,
in a land of dense coniferous forests and fertile foothills,
a land carved by snow melt and river flow,
a land where the wild meets cultivation.
My heart forged in molten lava,
simmering quiet and deep within Wy’east–
local legend of unrequited love–
I too burn hot and constant.
I too love long and fierce.
My spirit is kin to the fox.
I spend nights shape-shifting,
traveling keen and swift and silent.
Ancestry from the north, from the west–
a bloodline of labor through the seasons–
I call upon your guidance in my prayers.
I am a newborn,
I am time-worn.
I am learning–
how to tend and temper my fire,
to cleanse and free my waters,
to listen and to be of service,
how to reclaim and to be claimed,
how to love and to be loved,
how to create balance in the midst of chaos.
