Bright orange flames and sparks against a black background.

Animistic. Primal. Being

Yessss, you.

Sparking.

Snapping,

Crackling

At your chambers door,

Have you stepped into the fire yet?

Naked. Bare. Tender embers stinging.

Bowing on all fours.

Pulsating in ignition

Quaking with grief

Pleading for a new way

What drums hold you?

Have you forgotten?

Can you remember?

Nature.

You.

Woman in red dress sitting on mossy rocks.

Ignite in the Wild

As a natural being,

Sacred witness to life's creations,

ani-mystical seer, and

bringer of dreams into form.

Yes, vague. Yes, musing.

Yes, holder of mystery flames.

Not all who are lost, wish to be found.

Yet, I wish to Bring you into the world

of circles, spirals, sacred rage,

reciprocity, ritual creation,

and alignment with

natural orderings.

I hold no keys,

just the power to see

a hole in the door.

Come, sit by the fire,

let's chat a while.

I offer my hand and voice.

As a guide, for you,

to move with new form.

You are never alone.

Are you ready to entropy?