Sacred Kingfisher Woman
Sacred Kingfisher Woman is small-bodied and delicate, yet her presence carries the power of early morning dawn — the first light of new beginnings, the soft remembrance of what is small, beautiful, and easily overlooked. Do not be fooled by her size. She is a journeyer, a threshold-walker found along songlines, leylines, shorelines, treelines and riverlines. She lives where one realm meets another.
Her dance is a rhythm of grace, a needed counterpoint for walking in prayer through grief and gratitude, through the ugly and the beautiful, through the tender and the raw. She teaches how to move gently while holding what is heavy. How to stay attuned to the subtle. How to listen for the quiet guidance that rises from the earth and the body. Water is her Well, her home — the place she returns to, listens from and draws her nourishment.
Sacred Kingfisher Woman is the quiet traveler — listening, responding and reminding us that beginnings often arrive softly, and that beauty is a gift for our senses, opening our hearts to awe and wonder.
Delicate Be, Sacred is She
Delicate Be
Sacred is She
Her young heart so wild and so free
She already knows the path of deep down
into the dark waters of the unknown
she has flown
it’s in her bones
Delicate Be
Sacred is She
Her wings wide and graceful
Her toes point to the moon
Her hands to the earth
Golden stardust spirals
around her beautiful form
The apricot sky welcomes her dive
in the early call of dawn
And she dives
And she dives
She is Sacred Kingfisher Woman!
Braveheart of silver-hair horse
Grandmother whale wise
She calls to them
Her companions
as she flies through the Dark and into the Light
Oh! She is such a sight
To behold…
the beauty she beams out
Her smile sows wildflowers
Her eyes glitter gold
And she flies
And she flies
Into HER own Light
She is Sacred Kingfisher Woman
Delicate Be
Wild and Free
Sacred is She
Sacred. Is. She
The Ocean Her Home
Sacred is She
who dives into the bright blue
Arms stretched out
Her wild wings
Her wild heart
So open and so true
The ocean is her home
The living waters of her womb
She is Sacred Kingfisher Woman
Born from the salt and sand
under the belly of the full moon
Sacred is She
Who Flies across all terrians
Leylines
Songlines
of ancient lands, she remains
A journeyer
A feathered gypsy to the bone
She knows both joy and deep sorrow
There is nowhere she has not flown
Sacred is She
Who knows the treasure inside her Soul
The Holy Yoke of her blood
She lays
She births
What is called of Her
Nest made of wattle seeds and mud
In the hollow of the tree
She emerges wide winged
Once again
To journey forth
The wind as her breath
The rivers flow with her tears
The shorelines, her body
The vast ocean her roaring heart
She is Home
She is Home
Sacred is She
She is kingfisher woman
Born from the salt and sand
Her feathered kin by her side
Her Manta Ray, with sun rays
glisten in the light of day
She dives into the bright blue
Arms stretched out
She flies
She is free
Wild wings
Wild wings
Sacred is She