The hills on fire
around me
I dance under the
falling water
Birth-naked, feet
deep in pine needles
sky above wild
with stars
I dance in the cold
fall of water
Breasts wet with
the joy of it.
Flames paint the
lake red
Still, the sky shines
approval
of fearless abandon
In twilit hours
we left the cabin
to scatter her
ashes falling from
our hands
only to rise in the
burning air
to meet the ashes
of a forest
re-birthing
And then I dance
There are places in your life that draw your heart right out into the world, and Judith Mikesch McKenzie was lucky enough to be born in one such place: the high mountains of Montana. The child of working-class parents, she left home early, and has traveled to many parts of the world, but is always drawn to the mountains and valleys of the Rockies as one of the places on the planet that feeds her soul. The combination of Irish and gypsy parents are evident in her life - outspoken, direct, and eclectic, she is drawn to friends and groups of people who reflect those characteristics. She is also a wanderer, never content to stay in one place for too long. She loves change - new places, new people, new challenges, but also has a strong connection to friends who have been in her heart for many years. Writing is her home.
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