Whispering Wyrd

I walk among you, old sacred Earth,
and you breath ancient stories into my bones.
The wind isn’t empty air, it is your voice,
whispering truths we humans have forgotten.

Even the stones here hum if you listen long enough.
The ravens don’t just “call”, they speak!
And the desert isn’t empty, it’s full of life and memory.

The Earth remembers my name.
It knows me as someone who once lost their way,
but now is finally finding their voice.

Finding my voice among the sacred mountain forests, my Lyfjaberg.
I listen to learn, and I heal in the midst of beauty.

My heart and my spirit
tell me I am finally home.
Where I am finally free to be me.