It is She

Rain, replenishment, nourishment
I awake listening to the pitter-patter on my window above my head.
My mind and heart transported through the cracks
And I am dancing outside
Moving to the rhythms of the earth.
It is a gentle dance, a slow dance.
A dance of intimacy and appreciation
Swaying to and fro in the whispers of wind
as the rain softly falls
I am held.
As I dance to this knowledge it becomes clear that
we are held
Nestled into the bosom of Mother Earth, in the She
My mind makes the connection my heart already knows
It is her.
It is She within the stillness and the quiet.
It is She who stirs my soul to wake in the wee hours
It is She who softly whispers messages of hope and love
It is She and She is I