Mmm, You’re so Surrendered.
And I mean this metaphorically as well as literally... The more you can relax and surrender, the more deeply love can permeate and heal you.
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surrender
Piercing the Veil: Scorpio’s Samhain Descent. {Cosmic Connection}
It is, after all, the season of Samhain. The season of darkness. The season that gives us the opportunity to recede and reflect.
Hunter’s Full Moon: Building the Bonfires of Reclamation. {Cosmic Connection}
Stoke the raging inferno with what it desires most: your stagnation, your lies, your excuses, your denials. Your weakness in the face of all that is calling for you to stop hiding from your power and start wielding it like those weapons you’ve just laid to rest; it is in the laying of these ...
The Truth About Surrender.
Tantra originally arose in a culture very different from our own, in which women were seen as more powerful and closer to God than men, because of their ability to bring forth life from their bodies. A woman’s body was seen as a bridge between this world and the world of Spirit, and therefore, ...
Sowing the Seeds of Seasonal Death: The Divine Darkness of the New, Black Moon. {Cosmic Connection}
Offer your grandest struggles as fodder for your brightest future, and then release it to this New, Black Luna -- void of detachment, and full of expectant, grateful, weightless allowance.
Resurrecting Our Humanity: September’s Karmic Cleanse. {Cosmic Connection}
Embracing all of us also returns us to our humanity. Our humility. Our hearts. And if the world needs a resurrection of heart-driven humanity, it’s now.
Just Another Day.
“I did see that Full Moon,” my stepmother responded. She continued that it reminded her of a dream she had a few months ago of two lost fish, both out of water. In the dream, she wasn’t sure if the fish would survive. But the minute they found their way back into the water, they swam just fine. ...
I Am Walking Through Trees, Falling in Love. {poetry}
So I watch as his luminescent hands trace my body as if it was Braille
and his mouth inhale my breath as if it were smoke and his eyes stoke the embers of my passions...
When Cupid Strikes Next, Will You Finally Love Me Back?
He simply comes along with a bow and arrow on his back, and strikes me in the heart without even knowing he’s done it. Once caught, there is nothing to do but get carried along by said cast thread and let it take me to all the places at the bottom of the ocean I never even wanted to go to. Feel ...
Fearless Surrender: In the Spirit of Preternatural Love. {poetry}
I am in awe of every vision.
I bask in the passion of every caress.
Every bit of air I breathe is a godsend.