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URSULA, THE GOOD WITCH by Carli Rene Romero

This poem is a gift of gratitude to my dear sis-from-another-miss, Monica Giron...

This woman has been instrumental to my personal healing journey.  The ways that she owns her power, carries herself, generously asks for what she needs, and gives what she desires to offer, have taught me a lot about freedom.  

As I have geographically transitioned out of my community, it has been a powerful practice to offer gratitude to many of the women that graced my life, by witnessing them through my visionary gifts, and painting their portraits with my pen.  I have received so much through the “writing down” of my experience of the gifts of these women, and the mythical archetypes they live out in the world.  This process has helped me hone my voice, mark a huge rite of passage in my journey, and reflect some of the world’s magic back to it. My friend Monica and I both come from New Mexico, and built a beautiful community together on the US-Mexico border, in Las Cruces, New Mexico. 


Ursula, The Good Witch
by Carli Rene Romero

I remember sharing a room with you, we were priestesses in training,
Sharing dreams with you,
Talking of missed family, missed mountains, missed places,
This was in our Soul’s time.

I am beyond grateful for sharing spiritual schemes with you,
Mapping the unseen with you,
Rediscovering magical means with you in THIS Lifetime.

You are like a loving Ursula,
Pisces Queen of the Sea,
But instead of snatching Aerial’s song away you call it out into the open,
Guardian of Mermaids come back to the Desert,

Nadirah means “prescious one”,
Prescious like a pearl,
The only gem that shines on its own,
Illustrious in its baldness.

Giron reminds me of Gira Sol,
Turning ever toward the light,
Bioremediating toxins, Bringing clarity to murky waters,
Girl, I see your Indigo Sight.

Monica Nadira Giron,
Our third eye chola, visionary chingona, who recites the future in her witching hour flight.
Bruja linda, almond eyes, heartful child – strong and wise.

You talk to animals with no regard for the befuddled humans who look at you like, “girl a freak.”
Cuz you know your language is multi-versal chic,
And that includes Animal Speak.

Creative genius con virgensitas,
You literally bring dreams into the material, the divine into earth matter, like a Friedalita,
Ages of Arabia and Mexico are channeled through your Feminine Mystique.

I love you for your ability to See Me and Others.  For your child like awe,
You hold the paradox like a vesica Pisces,
Your beauty is bold and subtle,
You are playful, yet girl don’t play.
There are worlds inside that heart, those eyes,
There are untold spaces where magic resides.

You drip life on the desert like a Goddess Sedna on land,
Drops that shapeshift into snakes, birds, sapos,
Populating our world with symbolism, understanding, belief,
It is a light touch like sun on brown eyes,
That you bring to these earthly ties,

There is a raw sense of Being and a clear sense of Seeing when I’m with you,
Like the Earth is under me, but below that are stars and a vast naked sky,
And our Souls are large and visions true,
And I have faith in who I am because I know you do too.

Thank you for being my sister, sharing dreams and magical schemes late into the moonlit nights.




Carli Rene Romero is a native New Mexican, who is in love with the state's blue desert mountains and won't give up red or green chili for the world. She is a community organizer, invested in cultivating feminine leadership, and transforming education in her state to support WHOLE learners. She is currently studying for her master's in Educational Leadership at the University of New Mexico, and formerly founded and directed a branch of Shakti Rising in Las Cruces, NM. She has been writing for years, but has just begun sharing. It is scary and relieving for her to share her words with the world. Her new favorite saying, is “a poem a day keeps the mind-fucks away.”   
 




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