Ritual Cleanse

The Dame looks me dead in the eye
With a symbolic scrub brush in hand
Do what you will

Naked
And cold
She washes me like a child
I huddle in the tub
Pondering my fate

I stand
She pours a bucket
Of spring water laced with herbs
And spices

Cleansed like never before
I focus on the new year

I cast out
My lazy mind
I cast out
Helplessness
I cast out
Fear

I am open to
New beginnings
I am open to
New ideas
I am open to
Change

Sage incense wafts around me
A clean white mantle covers me

Hot peppermint tea
Warms me and soothes me

I lift my face to the sun
And breathe in
Grinning

I thank the Dame of the Waters
And follow the path into the woods.