I am a gatekeeper.
I am an entrance point.
I am a huge water-filled urn
Reflecting power back into the world.
I am the grey- blue mountains
Joyfully sitting among members of the landscape.
I am a spring- green tendril feeling with delight
The roots beneath me.
I am a lightening rod anchoring
Wildness from the summer sky.
I remember all of this now, like a gift.
Like visiting an ancient stone cairn
And remembering helping to build it.
Like weeping into my hands
That I have found my place
In the great circle of things.