In my human experience, Grandmothers were women of faith. They were devout and deep believers of some unseen power, tapped into this great mystery that I could barely comprehend in my youth and inexperience.
Ours is a soul deep love. The memory of you drifts in on the breeze and glides along my skin awakening a sleeping ember in my soul and bursting it into flames. My body holds the memories of your naked heart dancing with mine penetrating my every sense; raw and open wide we merge, nothing left unfelt, unseen or unsaid. Here we played in bliss; here we loved in eternal ecstasy.
Holy woman, wildfire of sacred truth rising from the ashes. Woven of storm and tempered steel, she's not to be tamed, this enigma that has risen from the rubble. She is not for the faint of heart or weak of spirit. No, she demands something more, something soul deep and wide open; vast like the ocean and unending as the skies.
One of the most important things we can do on our paths to reigniting our feminine fire is reclaiming our truth. Throughout our lives, we are taught that we need to remain compressed, silent and ignore what is present for us. This is past conditioning and it has been very damaging to women. One of the best ways to unleash the Goddess within is to honor your truth. Listen to your needs.