Before I arrived in California, I had a vivid dream... In my dream a mountain appeared to me, glowing and magnificent in her peaceful splendour. Fast forward one month into my trip and by chance I was invited up to the high desert of Northern California to stay for a while, and I found myself in the wilderness watched over by Mount Shasta herself. A beautiful synchronicity. A dream~ call answered. This poem is a reflection of my experience here in the sacred lands of California; the garden of Mount Shasta. Photo of the Shasta desert by the author The Deset Calls her Song by Zoe Quiney The desert calls her song and I listen with my heart to the wind facing west towards the edge of the world. Sage brush glows as if on fire and behind that the colonies of old pine watch the sky lean across to kiss the land and Juniper trees mark the horizon like holy men, with faces pressed towards heaven in eternal rever...
Women's Spiritual Poetry