Sitting by the bedside of the dying gifts you with the clarity of perspective. You dance with memories tasting deep the grief as life still lingers, however slightly, watching the light fade like the last embers of a once brilliant flame fighting an oncoming storm.
My dear wild and wise woman, the truest medicine you will ever receive beats deep within your chest whispered from the drum of your own heart. All through your life others will try to talk you out of trusting your own deep intuition, attempting to create mutiny and distrust within your own sacred realm.
Remember who you are past the lies that they taught you that you needed to be. Remember the sacred lineage that flows within you. Remember the truth of who you are deep down in the core of your being, and awaken. The wild winds are calling you and stirring deep your blood. The ancients whisper wisdom into your veins, do you hear their sage words?
One of the hardest things for a warrior queen to do can be opening up and being vulnerable, especially when she is used to standing and fighting alone. Warrior queens are fierce, wild and tough as nails. Time and tide has shaped her into a formidable heroine in her own story.