An excerpt from "Easy Rider"

I remember looking upon the word,

as I searched for it’s meaning,

my meaning,

my name.

Just as mysterious as the discovery of my own being,

I met a term,

with conception,

guided by the one within.

There she stood...

“reaper”

and my mind went to darkness

to death

to the gold harvest

to the dormancy

to the one who reminds us

of the holding place

the in between

before the return.

I have learned to hold space

for the tenderness I feel in this meaning,

for the child I was in this moment,

for the womxn that I am in this moment.

I am learning to honor the sacredness of closure,

and I will learn about the clarity that only love reveals.