It is in our womb space we rise, she whispered,
her words dripping off the tips of branches, off bowing trees whipped into the surrender by the heated frenzy of April storm
Come home dear one,
Slither out of your past forms…release the self you birthed at the alter of another's desire
Dive down deep under the wild storms of fear into the belly of your stillness
Dig deep into the marrow of your being, where the soma of your soul will guide you gracefully through the grit of this moment, and celebrate your tear stained cheeks as a masterpiece born of your humanity
Exhale and greet the quiet, steady space within
You are stable and strong
You always have been and will be again, evermore
Drop down and in,
Down and in,
Under the surface of your white knuckled social sanity...
Down and in, embrace your lush...stand in the centre of your ancestral compass rose.
Come home to the roots in your belly…watch with tender eyes, each delicious breath…feel your heart grow bold as your body shines brightly emanating the fire of your untamed wisdom.
You are the guide...the god...the goddess you have been searching for.
Hey there lovely...
I'm glad you stopped by.