winter’s gifts – wendy snobl

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Winter’s Gifts…Special Oranges

As my eyelids flutter toward open, darkness and winter’s chill brush my shoulder. I nuzzle deeper into the cocoon of cotton and down I have surrounded us with to shield from winter’s cold night, deeper into the warmth, and the loving arms of my loving man. “It’s time.” he whispers, lips brushing mine. I breathe in thanks…

Wendy

Knowing Woman, lover, friend. Moon child, Mother, healer, midwife, servant to both life and death; offering myself the opportunity for rebirth. And so when I forget, all I need do is look inward, offer my open heart and hands as I remember that I belong, a wanted granddaughter of the moon, a needed woman, a worthy woman, a called to service woman, asked to step into my True Self, honor my truth, my lineage, my courage, my heart, remembering fully who I am.

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