Willow and I have been treading water

Kicking our legs in the deep mystery

As if the Lucien’s health depended on it

All the while opening in ourselves to

New spaces of faith.

And haven’t all of us have been treading or

Dreadiing the election

Posed on the cusp of the great unknown?

But as with Lucien, I feel a surge of light

Has entered and we will have

Our First Women President.

As I write this

A huge space blossoms in my being- feeling

The enormity of the shift in consciousness

Released from an intense pressure….

I can see us

As we just float- a few feet off the ground

Waving to a floating neighbor

Complete wonder is in the air.

Here we go!