Some placed offerings
on the room’s center altar
One woman added a green blown glass bird
She said her daughter made it when she was 17
Now in her 30’s she lives in Alaska
but last week took flight from her husband and job
We expressed hope for her safe journey
and transplantation
Another said she had nothing to offer
except the sleeveless green dress she wore
She had bought it for her daughter
but kept it for herself
wanting to rekindle teenage energy
Another set down some plastic fruits
and vegetables (from her son’s toy room)
praying for a large harvest
Our facilitator, in a white cotton dress
offered a photograph of a grassy meadow
she said, her favourite part of spring
A gathering of eight, we joined hands around the altar
imagined our feet sinking in a fresh meadow
and gave each other toe nudges–kisses
We kept our bodies low to the ground
with the trunks of re-activating trees
making small steps forward and back
forward and back
deepening our footprints
Later we separated, stretched our arms high
to mix with branches, finger peaches, apricots, cherries
then flapped our wings, moving from tree to tree
or making longer journeys
Our last dance a slow, eternal embrace
our arms fastening around backs and waists
the Celtic Tree of Life
Meet Mago Contributor, Andrea Nicki.
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