Tempered Wings

Fear cautions us of Icarus as our Ancestors call us to the fire.

Do we dare put our feet to the flames? Yes!

For it is here we resurrect our mighty tempered wings.


Now I lay me down in flames.

Crimson glow dances over me.

Engulfs me.

Chars and cleanses the exoskeleton of a life made up of outgrown roles and inherited false beliefs.


A replenished soul like the soil after a forest fire’s rage.

Within the appearance of a barren wasteland I am in fact… renewed.


Spiral down to my epiphany.

When I hit the ground I will rise,

like a Pheonix from the ash of all that once was but no longer defines me.

– Libby Brittain


Child of the Earth and Sky

My chest rises and falls as I allow my body to melt into the sandy arms of Pachamama; Mother Earth.

She is the Mother who has never left us.

Our heart beats synchronize.

Recalibrate as Grandfather Sun warms my shoulder blades and invisible wings.

My Brothers and Sisters of the Wind and Sea sing to me.

Welcoming me home.

A salt-filled tear streams down my face and into my Mother’s hands as I remember

I am one.

I am whole.

The Sun. The Sky.

The Earth. The Moon.

The Sea. The Wind.

The Sand. The Stars.

This is my family.

A Seagull calls, “I love you,” off shore.

My face smiles as my heart expands;

open with gratitude.


by Libby Brittain