One misconception I often hear is that Twin Soul relationships complete you. This isn't the case. You're already complete and whole on your own and you never need anyone to complete you. You always have been and you always will be. Full stop.
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.
I will not lessen my desires to become digestible. I will not silence my truth to make life easier for those around me. I am a Queen. I am a Warrior. I am a freaking Amazon. I am a woman dammit. And I won't be silenced ever again.
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.
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.