Under the Magnolia Tree - Poem -

Thanks for landing here.

This piece arose from an experience I had when I followed an instinct to sit with the Magnolia tree in my mother-in-law's backyard after her passing.

With the rhythm of a shamanic drum synchronizing with my heart,

something began to shift.

Perhaps I started dreaming in the waking world.

Or perhaps I began awakening within the dream.

I have no expectation for how you will meet these words.

You may receive them as a reflection.

As a story,

As imagenation.

As memory.

Or maybe something that has always lived quietly within you.

Only you will know what is here for you.

If something stirs, I would love to hear from you.

This experience did not arise in isolation.

It emerged after months of sitting with Magnolia through tea, observation, conversation,

history, and the stories I sensed woven through her form.

If you wish to explore that relationship, you may begin here: Meeting Magnolia