..WOMAN…use your voice!

There is a yearning for the ‘WILD’ yet to be truly wild means knowing also your innocence and your primal aspect, your cyclical nature. It is not a place to relinquish responsibility but to a make a choice to be fully alive. Many see it as reckless abandon, yet this is destructive and disrespectful to be truly while means of knowing one’s purpose and committing to be there. Is this fullness expresses itself in both creation and destruction. The cycle of life. Death and rebirth…

Open your mouth Dear one and allow the thorns to be spewed out from your upper and lower the old words and beliefs, the pain the ostracisation, the loss, allow the sound to come from the heart and womb. It Is too long since you have opened you mouth and uttered your truth from the holy of holies that resides between your thighs….

…Yet whilst we shut her away and quieten the truth speaking words we also deny the beauty, the sweetness and the words of love and encouragement; of beauty honour and Grace. Those words that touch your hearts like the first summer breeze laden with the fragrance of Rose, Jasmine and honeysuckle those words that heal those wounds through so many lifetimes, those pains. Those words and sounds that easy ache at the longing heart and painful limbs, the salve and balm of the True Voice…

…living life…the wild woman

Wild Woman, Primal Woman is of the earth, she is of the stars. She reflects the waters that she is…she laps gently and rages fiercely. She takes no prisoners, nor does she have ‘expectation’.

Primal Woman, the wild within and without, dances in the fullness of herself, with herself. She cares not if others wish to dance with her. She meets and she is open to being met….deeply….fully….honestly and authentically.

…do you find yourself in the desert of your life or fertile hills?

Do you find yourself in the desert of your life or in the last and green fertile valleys and hills? Which is your medicine?

Do you find yourself walking alone through the open landscapes where little grows? Yearning for the smallest drop of touch, nourishment? Tongue parched like your barren heart, lips cracked longing for the moisture of another’s kiss? Your own kiss?

When was the last time you took your time to make love to yourself, for yourself? To treat your body and your soul to what it’s calling for. To listen to the deepest desires and smallest moments of true self nourishment. To languish and take the time for you.

The give, give, give of the martyr complex has to cease. How do you anticipate being of use, service and significance in the world, if you drop by drop, drip by drip are giving each bit of your final vital life blood and breath?….

…a cloak of many colours…

These times. These times are YOUR times. Learn to dance the weave of this cloak that fits you, it flows and dances with you. Fully surrender the old cloak…too baggy, too tight…..too heavy….too putrid, too full of other people’s stories and projections and allow yourself the gift of the co-creation of you in ALL the fullness of beauty.

Be a mistress to your own destiny, a commitment to yourself, it Is through this commitment you are able to thus become a conduit for others.  This beauty, taming her ‘beast’ becomes the Queen of her own life, her destiny and thus surrenders the old as she stands naked clothed only in her cloak of many colours woven from the threads of the Fae, passed through the milky way and the deepest parts of the earth. Woven together with the dreams, prayers and knowledge of you and your nectars; Your co-creation.

Weave dear sister, weave, these times are calling, they are now, they are vital.

Become the colours of the earth and dance your own path of creation