Weaving the basket of harmony 
To hold the evolution of our community
To communicate inspiration 
Courage to walk our souls journey 
To teach from the intelligence and abundance of nature
The infinite imagination of creation
Weaving joy of creation shared in all of its forms
Laughing in the face of fear
Giggling in the arms of love

Humming bird came flitting through my life like a flower who learned to fly. 
 Bringing joy and wisdom to currents of my life in all directions at once.
Creating constantly because it is so much fun.  
Laughing her ass off with coyote.
Asking me to be loyal to my joy. 
Shifting  my perspective 360 degrees 
she shows me the pit of despair lays in the same place as the pinnacle of joy.
I am an infinite infant.
Creating balance and harmony made by constant movement and change.

Sprit asked me "Do you remember your joy?  
Do you remember where you keep it?  
On the other side of the drama, or in it?

My joy waits impatiently for me to embrace it fully, with  loyalty, and no fear that it is the right one to choose.  
My joy is locked in a cage of my own creation.  
Made of responsibility and self imposed limits.
It becomes a monster of pure rage at not being allowed to be expressed. 
 If I do not dare to release it it will break out and eat me whole and shit out my bones.  
If I do dare it will become the beautiful bird it is meant to be and never return to its cage.  
I dare.
All those around me cry out in envy as their joy chews at the bars of their own making.   I offer all a cup of courage and compassion for passion.  
Drink it quick!  Before you can think and change your mind!   Hurry!  

I walk the fear drenched path that leads to freedom.
Grumpy and groggy I stumble into my demons by "accident".  
I greet them as my teacher friends.  
I ask them to guide me safely on this path so I do not get stuck in the quagmires that line either side.  These quagmires that have held me for thousands of life times.   
My sweet demons, thank you.

I am safe.  Safe to express the rage and fear.  Safe and held by my tribe of sweet brave souls who are on this path with me.  
My sweet friends, thank you.

I am accompanied by my children.  Challenging me to keep my balance in the most awkward of ways.  Trying to keep them safe from the path they also signed up to walk.  Invoking the wrath of bitch mother with each step.  Knowing that once the roaring stops I will defend them to the death and hand them all comfort I have left to me.  
My sweet children, thank you.

I plow ahead like a bull.  Straight in, straight through, crying out in pain, stumbling blindly on this epic quest.

I am met on the other side by my higher self, laughing her ass off " You never did like it to be easy".