<html><head><meta http-equiv="content-type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"></head><body style="overflow-wrap: break-word; -webkit-nbsp-mode: space; line-break: after-white-space;"><meta http-equiv="content-type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><div style="overflow-wrap: break-word; -webkit-nbsp-mode: space; line-break: after-white-space;"><meta http-equiv="content-type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><div style="overflow-wrap: break-word; -webkit-nbsp-mode: space; line-break: after-white-space;">Thank you Taylor for laying yourself and all of us bare. We are all in this process together, painful and joyful all at once.<div>A new foundation is forming. . .</div><div>Your words are precious.</div><div>Riantee<br id="lineBreakAtBeginningOfMessage"><div><br><blockquote type="cite"><div>On Apr 18, 2025, at 07:52, Taylor Slevin via Thespiritexpress <thespiritexpress@lists.mcn.org> wrote:</div><br class="Apple-interchange-newline"><div><meta http-equiv="content-type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><div dir="auto">Hello Everyone,<div><br></div><div>Here is the poem I read in class on Tuesday that many of you requested. </div><div>Thank you. </div><div><br></div><div>It is my lived version of the Myth of Inanna, which is no longer merely a myth to me. </div><div><br></div><div>I felt moved to record my experience of the past month and this came to me during my morning journaling. </div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>Resurrection </div><div><br></div><div>Losing her crown and her treasure of jewels, She descends. </div><div>Shedding her fine clothing, She descends, arriving in the dark cave naked, vulnerable and frightened. </div><div><br></div><div>She is hung on tender hooks where the birds of prey tear and wrench her very flesh from bone. </div><div>Muscle, tendon, ligament all torn away. </div><div>Nothing left but bare white bone; </div><div>stark, sharp, exposed. </div><div><br></div><div>She lifts her weary and exhausted skull saying, βIt is finished. Into Your hands I commend my Spirit.β</div><div><br></div><div>She completely surrenders, lets go and collapses onto the earth. </div><div>Shattered. Broken. Alone. </div><div><br></div><div>Mother Gaia holds her gently,</div><div>supporting, soothing and rocking her sweetly. </div><div>She allows the nurturing feeling. </div><div><br></div><div>Slowly, ever so slowly She inhales the fertile, nourishing earth, taking in the gifts of minerals and rich nutrients so freely given. </div><div><br></div><div>She raises her head and rises. </div><div>A new foundation is forming from the unknown. </div><div>Alchemy, Magic, Mystery, Grace all swirling around her, lifting her up. </div><div>She smiles. </div><div><br></div><div><span style="font-size:-webkit-xxx-large">π</span><br></div><div><span style="font-size:-apple-system-body">Taylor </span></div><div><span style="font-size:-apple-system-body"><br></span></div><div><div dir="ltr">Sent from my iPhone</div></div></div>_______________________________________________<br>Thespiritexpress mailing list<br>Thespiritexpress@lists.mcn.org<br>https://lists.mcn.org/mailman/listinfo/thespiritexpress<br></div></blockquote></div><br></div></div></div></body></html>