When she says she wants you, she wants you fully.
When heat burns like wildfire in her eyes and her gaze is set upon you, a holy invitation is being extended by this sacred being of flesh, bone and spirit. When she who is woven of dew drenched moss and Summer storms blossoms open like a rose, it is a dance of the divine.
In the name of peace, I held my tongue until my lips bled lies, silencing my truth and my voice.
For what? To make life easier for those around me? To be more lovable? More acceptable?
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.
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.
Connecting with our Goddess energy is one of the most powerful things that we can do.
When we honor the sacred feminine inside of us and unleash the Goddess within, we tap into an abundant energy of ancient wisdom, transformation, possibility and open a divine channel to our medicine.
Here are 11 ways to get you started on the path to reclaiming your divine feminine fire.
We are Goddess born.
We return to the magic of the shadows to recharge, growing our wild medicine with steady hands, the crescent Moon shining between our brows.
We are not evil, nor have we ever been. The tales of the patriarchy only veil us as such attempting to taint our gifts with fear and lies.
To love a fire breathing woman is not to be taken lightly.
She is not for the faint of heart you see; to be picked, plucked and placed in a gilded vase to wither. No, she is too wild for that. She is wolf and woman, flesh and flame; never to be tamed, but to run feral along the trees.
This is not a love affair, brief and fading like the vivid blooms of Summer; withering on the vine after the intense heat has passed behind the clouds.
No, this is something sacred, timeless and deeply grounded. Like the spiraling roots of an ancient tree holding fast to the Earth below; ever-branching and ever-hopeful, reaching towards promises blazing on the horizon beyond.
We live in a world on the knife's edge of great change.
We question our place in a system that isn't fair. We struggle to make sense of a society that seems hell-bent on oppression, violence, creating rules and regulations to keep those who need lifting up the most down.