Rites of Passage

Sometimes I scream for what I want

Other times, I whisper

Sometimes it comes out as a groan

Or a gasp

Sometimes it’s a plea

And other times, it’s in total glee

Ecstasy is mainly what I experience

In both pleasure and pain

And how did I get here?

Not without total collapse

Depression, anxiety, PTSD

From Paramedic to Priestess

It was difficult transition.

And let me remind you,

The transition is current, it is unending.

But the one reason I stand before you and ASK for what I want is because I was shown how.

How to ask

How to receive

How to bear witness

How to hold

How to be held

How to let go

And yes, this journey… it is not always easy.

But

the seasons change; and everything around me fall, builds and falls again,

What continues to strengthen in my dedication to walk this path.

But it is much easier when your hand is held. When you can be witnessed. In your greatness and in your pain.

My parents did their best. And your parents… their best too.

I am here.

To hold your hand.

To mark your transition. Honour it. Hold it dear. Throw away what no longer serves. To create a ritual.  To mark this passage. To weave the threads of it into daily life.

As a reminder.

As a badge.

Of whom you were, and now who you choose to be.

To gather the women of the past –your ancestors, who hold you, who guide you, as you walk, jump and skip into the person YOU are destined to be.

These rights, they weave together the threads of life.

They teach you how to

Ask

Receive

Give thanks

Lean it

Let go

and FLY.

Fly into the person you are meant to be.