The wind turned every chair up side down

As I stagger in my own up side- downess…

Tea as medicine

Brings revelation to the start of the day.

A reflective glance to the day before

When I held my power in the oldest of stories

I touched the hot coal – I am a women who has given birth

So get out of my way, smaller selves

You have no place here.

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In the final scene in Wicked

Our misunderstood heroine

Gabs her broom and rises

Black cape swirling- singing in the loudest voice

Her right to her power.

We have this inner work to do-

To reveal how beautfully green we are.

Watch me be green.