Gaia Will Unravel You.
The correlation between being surrounded by raw nature and becoming comfortable with my own raw nature is… well, makes perfect sense. I don’t wear make-up every day anymore. I take porch baths, which means I stroll around naked a lot more and a lot more freely and unabashedly than I used to.
Nature has a way of stripping away the facade of material aspects and keeping up appearances; in turn, your natural beauty is given space to unfold. I needed more of that in my life. My entire being was screaming for this experience — for this stripping and subsequent reclaiming of my pure, primal essence.
Nature puts you back in touch with yourself. I’m not saying the process is pretty, because there’s been lots of internal kicking and screaming as I’ve acclimated to a more primitive way of life. But it hasn’t just been the physical appearance that’s changed; my insides are in the midst of their most intense makeover in the history of every internal excavation I’ve ever launched. And maybe since I’m releasing so much inside, my entire approach to how I perceive and handle my outside is beginning to transform.
For the first time in my life, I’m getting comfortable with my body. I’m accepting myself more. I’m simultaneously loving myself more, and am able to accept the love from the most genuine, healthiest relationship I’ve ever been in.
I’m beginning to learn the primal nature of intimacy. I’m beginning to see my cycles of giving and giving and giving, answered by a straight terror of receiving. I’m beginning to call the Wild Feminine back into my bones so that I may accept the miracle that comes from reconnecting with my nature and reclaiming my heart and my sex.
I look back at pictures taken almost two years ago, and I see the girl I used to be stretching into the woman I’ve always been. I’ve come to understand the raw beauty of age and wisdom. I’ve come to accept this energy called grace.
I’m gaining years and smiling branch lines alongside my eyes. My skin is browning from all the sun, and my sight is getting clearer with every new constellation that reveals itself to me.
Gaia will unravel you, and it will be fucking beautiful. You just have to actively surrender, and wholly accept what’s waiting for — and inside of — you. You’ve got to consciously — and daily — choose the parting of the seas over the raging tsunamis. You’ve got to choose to follow your warrior goddess, firmly planted in the calmer pools of your core, holding a blazing torch, beckoning you closer to yourself. Your power.
You mustn’t be afraid, as this is the power that’s gotten you through. This is the life force that’s held you and pushed you on — ever onward, ever forward. This is your lighthouse, fierce and passionate and pulsating with the possibilities of what can happen when you rise above the addiction to your own suffering and choose to take the wilder, gentler, truer road.
Gaia will unravel you. Gaia will guide you. Gaia will love and praise and encourage and elevate you… but first, you must unlearn all that you’ve learned, leave your ancient baggage, reignite your hearth’s earthen fire and invite her purifying wild in.