New Year

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She walked naked

Into the New Year.

No definite plan.

No vision boards.

No intentions set.

No journals created.

No classes or workshops scheduled.


Only trust in the Great Mystery,

in Goddess,

to provide and direct

her Soul toward its destiny.


Dreaming the visions between

past and future lives,

She listened to the voice

of her Soul

as it called her forward

into love and grace and magnificence.


As it called her deeper into her purpose,

step by step by step.


With only an open heart

and the thrill of the journey,

She walked freely and open

into the coming year.


Words by Arlene Bailey, Her Sacred Wild, Re-Membering the Wild Soul Woman

Art by Roberta Orpwood 


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