
01/10/2025
The world was always in our hands
No separation
Sand, stone, mud falling through our fingers
Her eyes lit up by the magic she is, that we are made of
The cosmic river she reminded me we don't just arrive on, it’s ours
It's the soft fabric of our being
Here
And I can breathe again
My hands remain open, a sanctuary that began as one just for her
But my heart joined and the stars felt it
It became an arena for the wild horse of my soul to roam
A current arrives, with body and breath, I can't unlove, unfeel, untie the life I came here to be
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Oh the power of motherhood. Of leaning into the places that call for us to surrender, deeply. And in the midst of all that surfaces, all the fears we come to feel and see, it never fails to amaze me that we can still be, see and feel beauty.
At the moment we have venus, the planet of love, meeting the south node, in Virgo, and this is deeply karmic. We are severing from things we have been carrying for a long time, perhaps even before this life, or ancestrally.
To let go of ways, patterns, mindsets and attachment styles, because we know we are worthy of and born for a love where all of us can be.
And we can look to anchors such as rosemary, passionflower, willow, rosemary and the ash tree. Because while endings can be terrifying, we are more capable, and more connected than we'll ever truly know 🪷♥️