Please do yourself a favour:
Practice reciting this aloud to yourself. Go for it!
It's really amazing when you get in touch with it!

Something in movement, fill me
Something in movement, fill me -
A circle of sky opens up at my breast
Clouds drift in the space between bones
In the dance of my atoms
the feathers of seabirds are lifting and falling,
the maples are tossing their branches,
the leaves of the aspen tremble and shine in the wind

In my cells is the dust of mountains,
translated by centuries
The stones that ring in the river
ring in my blood
As I move in a circle of sunlight,
loosen my prayer, like an arrow, into the sun!
May I know my own magic
and use it!
I sing clear the way!
In a wonderful manner I come.

I found the above invocation on a copy of an audio tape, which was given to me by Joanna, a Polish woman who stayed for a week camping on our land. She in turn had been given the tape by an American woman. It was a homemade tape full of lovely bits and pieces, but alas none of the performing artists or other info were written down. So I don't know who the wonderful woman is who spoke the words I wrote above or anything else about it. All I can say is that they touched me deeply.
If anyone recognises this text, please e-mail me:
webmother@the-tree.org.uk