We are on a wild ride of awakening. Of opening. Of seeing. Of loving. Of showing up in the world and for ourselves, communities and our beloveds.
You alone hold the key to the gateway that is your life. You, your heart and your soul lay firmly in your hands. Yet you do not understand all know this, as you are blind to the beauty and brilliance of yourself.
What is it you choose today alongside that which you ‘must’ do? Nothing fundamentally is a ‘must do’. We have a choice. When we ‘must do’ which aspect of ourselves is shouting loudest? The mother? The master? The martyr? The Victim? The perpetrator? Prostitute… the list goes onWhich aspect get the most airtime in your life? Does it make you happy or are you existing?
It is pretty much agreed that we live in an age of ‘instant gratification’.
We can press a button and have something delivered the next day.
We can shop on the high-street and find most things that we ‘need’. We can swipe left or right and get an instant ‘hook up’ for sex. We can buy, barter, make, steal, find most things. Yet, I wonder how much brings real deep satisfaction. All these ‘things’, this ‘stuff’, for me simply fills a hole or holes.
Holes, in my heart, my life that I feel I have. An illusion I am not ‘WHOLE’. Holes that require filling. I have a glorious apartment filled with ‘stuff’, I have visited beautiful places have delicious memories of passion filled encounters, devoured, relished and over indulged on incredible food, wine and other sensual pleasures. I run projects, I do much in my community and have a great capacity to see the big picture and create much for many. YET, there are a few things that I know I deeply, deeply desire.
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…
Self-responsibility is empowering, yes, it is also hellish scary! It means we have to grow up, put on ‘big girl pants’ and realise we have no one and nothing else to ‘blame’ only ourselves. Yes, I know there have been significant events in many of our lives where things have happened to us, by people, where we have had little to no choice in which we were victims, yet, from my own experience, I know I have stayed in this place of being the victim instead of taking what has happened and turning it around to use it as juice/fuel to empower myself to change how I respond to the event and change my story.
Do you take up the peace mantle for yourself, wrap yourself, these tender pieces within it to nurture the broken bones and aching heart you take from broken expectations, conforming to ‘earn love and your place’ when your body and soul shout ‘no!’
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
Through the creation you change stories and patterns, you give an expression, you honour them, you release them. We are unable to fully let it go without first being grateful. Grateful for the pain, for the loss, for the lessons, for the space that has come. The space. The pregnant pause. The void. So like nature is self we can begin again….
TRUST THE PROCESS….give space to where there is space. Give time to where there is time….Give nourishment to what is there…..learn to self-parent…..from here we plant seeds that develop strong deep roots. From here we allow the fullness of creativity to flow. From here we nourish and become nourished, we cease to burn ourselves out, we have sustainability. We flourish, we thrive. From here we become. TRUST THE PROCESS lean back into the arms of the self, of the divine and allow. Don’t push…allow….for me I am still surrendering and learning and TRUSTING THE PROCESS I know it is a life-long lesson and journey for me but hey…I love to learn…TRUST THE PROCESS my friend….
I don’t know about you but I’ve been having a lot of very strange and in-depth dreams recently last night they were about betrayal. I realise that I’ve held a story for a very long time, lifetimes even! It is also in my family system and held in the collective. The story is one around betrayal of the masculine and […]