
~ For the woman who burns and my sisters who continue to rise ~
We are bounty and bountiful we are beautiful and torn apart. The Soul’s truth was sundered until the meld of our Divine Mother was hear again. Inside us she began to rise, to be born in our surrounding and to sing her cry of presence into the world.
Through that melting crack her magic found its place amongst our faith as the stories which were woven became truths once again chose.
For on our shoulders we took the brunt of the world, carrying the hurt and the pain and the grief of SO many who were too broken to weep.
My family’s scars are etched onto my heart because the destiny of one is the ocean of many, tell me again how are we meat to hold steady? We are not!
For as we crumble and fall there is no shame in loosing it all the will of the one who is being reborn. Our power lives on, our vulnerability is strong and the you in me is forever free as we cradle the world in Her eternity.
When the thought of who you SHOULD be arises, remember that the simplest call of your expression is your willingness to be individual. To shine because yo have a light to turn on and to turn up. Illuminate your Soul through the shadows of tomorrow’s creation, to not stay stationary upon the foundation that was build not by you but by another. Rebuild the will to stand tall inside so that the sky can witness your becoming again, the depth of your song lives on and is heard in every inner ear that is ready to hear the texture of who YOU ARE.
And as the light in us reaches forth testing the water so does our darkness, our unseen support. You are real you are pure you are raw you are true. In all your ways, without any other face than the one your heart shows yo in the mirror of this grace-full place.
Our fragility tells tales of the strength that is to come because Wo(man) – We Are One.
Even thought I directly address the feminine here these words speak to the Divine Feminine Nature in us ALL. Men and Women. For us to truly rise we must first see that the idea of separation is an idea alone and where one idea is born another can take form.

