Listen to your hungers and your fears, to your feet, your gut and your mind.

Don’t forget to open your door and step outside.

Listen to the marching band, some happy couple’s post-wedding. You can’t listen to everything at once. If you try it may get too loud, may cause your head to ache.

Then go within.

Again begin from silence

Maybe just the low hum of the refrigerator, the heat, a  large truck rumbling by, let the muffle lull you

Back to yourself.

And when you’ve rested up

And when you come to union or to relate. Sit/Stand/Lean in your power and listen to your queen.