The Siren of Shadowy Stillness

Of rest. Of thunder. Of deep wonders.

The song of the Siren of Shadowy Stillness.
Is one of thunder.
And wind
Moving through the leaves of my magnolia tree.
I have heard her all day.
And I have ignored her just as long.

Because there is work to be done.
Lists of wants and wishes.
Each needing me to spin wonder into being.
With words.
With paper.
With presence.

And so I begin.
Settling into my deepest spaces.
Searching.
For what to say.
What to do.
But all I hear.
Is the thunder.
Rolling in the distance.
Far but moving closer each time I go back.
To trying.
To find what it is I am supposed to be doing.

A curtain of pressure descends around me.
It was conjured to propel me.
Into the waves.
Without care.
But with cost.

I ache to peer around it.
To know what lay on the other side.
The thunder rolls.
And the curtain shakes.
Enough.
For me to glimpse
What waits.
On the other side.

There.
The Siren, herself.
Beckoning me.
Into an embrace.
That feels like dusk and forest and rest.

Her song rises through me.
Telling me.
That there are times.
When we cannot chase the spark.
All we can do.
Is let the stillness.
Hold us.
So that the fire can find us.
When it is ready.

Her arms find me.
I sink into her might.
The depths hold me.
I rest.
I will let myself be found.


With rest and stillness~
Jo Anna

P.S. The Siren of Shadowy Stillness is available for purchase.

You can find her and her sisters here:
https://www.joannadane.com/sirens