As her spirit may be spoken, a song.

For this episode I'm sharing a song that my lovely wife wrote as a poem, and which I adapted to music. I hope you like it. You can find more of her poetry, as well as her earthy artwork, on @seedsofspells on instagram. Words: How did we lose our way of walking hand-in-hand with this world? I can remember the ocean sang me to sleep, as I cried salty sorrow on her sands. I can remember her heartbeat upon my cheek, and a rockabye lullaby sinking into my weary bones. I can remember the hold of her humus womb, tethering my spirit to her soil. I can remember the peace before we waged war within ourselves. What more have I to say than this? Pay no mind to the critic hushing your spirit. Do not lend his harsh hand your underbelly. Save your softness for the song that longs for your voice still. As her spirit may be spoken, ever through you, never by you. Silence your sermons of fear. Sweep your broken bits from the floor. Weave her words within your tattered skin, as tender tendrils trellising up every vertebrae of your spine. Beckon her to rest and stay a while. As her spirit may be spoken, ever through you, never by you. Sing her song To be notified about upcoming creative writing and art workshops, sign up for the Story Paths mailing list here . Trailer for Creative Writing: Brainstorming Story Ideas Link to the course and a free month on Skillshare. This is a public episode. If you'd like to discuss this with other subscribers or get access to bonus episodes, visit storypaths.substack.com/subscribe