The scared little girl in me, the hurt, abandoned, and abused teenager, the reckless, and out-of-control young adult, my Maiden Goddess, all had to die last night so that my Mother Goddess can be reborn to this new beginning of my life as a Wife.
I feel driven and inspired to write. That comes from a place that I can’t quite explain. It is what my soul craves, it is my is truth.
Not life but death is the baton we pass on to the next runner. Immortality is a dreadful nightmare -- endless life eking out to no end.
What I want to say is too much, too raw. The thing is, beautiful one, that your signature is one of the more stunning and real and powerful I’ve seen.
Wild Motherhood is about being open to new ways of being, solutions we can only envision by stepping out of our old habits, routines and expectations.
Flood our parched spirit with life-giving water and tears that soak, crack, sprout, and root old shriveled up seeds of consciousness to once again honor the source of our food