The pounding rain is echoing outside my window, pulsing in resonance with the majestic womb of this earth we call home.
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Dear 2020
You have taught us to adapt, to struggle well, to surrender more, to pray incessantly.
Remembrance
The moment I touched the earth,
Tribe
I know for many the rawness of vulnerability and powerlessness feels like a rabbit hole that never ends.
Home
There will always be a place for you.
Amidst a vibrant and lush earth.
Whose windswept landscape, made luminescent by the elements of the gods,
You Are Birthed
You are birthed from both light and darkness.
From the wombs of your mother and her mother before her.
The Silent Partner
“Come a little closer,” the darkness said, ” I want to see your light.”
Some Food for Thought
This past week I found myself engaging with a number of clients on similar topics they wanted to address in this time of Corona.
The Rain
This rain needs no introduction as it thrashes outside my window
Its presence as fierce as any archangel in heaven, yielding a sword to fight darkness in its midst.
Home
This earth realm that you endeavor to escape from.
Your wounded bodies that yearn for astral travel far and beyond your discernible senses.
So that any aspect of self which remains is entranced by elementals that alleviate your suffering.