Yin and yang, wild free girl.

Look at you being home. Frets be gone, you know in your truest form that this, too, shall pass.

Again and again, the pain will pass. You grow. Grow, child, keep growing.

Reveal me in you. You in me and see the truth inside you.

I ache for love, Mother. I ache for my true mate.

You’ve had him. And Him. And Him. Always.

How blessed be you to touch the hearts and know in your womb the love of knights. Of warriors. Kings. Sages. Drummers. Givers.

It All ends, always, dear one. Breathe.

Lead. You will, of course, know love again. And again, and again.

Your deep heart is both your blessing and your curse. Let it be. Be it.

You are never alone. This, too, shall pass.

Seek help. Do not isolate. Pray for him.

Surrender.

Feel your body awake, love girl of the Earth and daughter of stars.

Yes, now clear. Clear out the weeds from your garden. Make medicine, of nectar and honey from your blessedness.

See Him, see the man in front of you, and come to know His heart and His mind and He will come to your opening.

Open and the bees will cum.

Tend your own heart, your own fire, your own garden, and you will know which way is North.

Be wholly you, love warrior, and what is meant for you shall be for you.

Trust. Trust. Trust.

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In this garden
that never grew,
I lay to rest

in the nest
of pain too heavy
and bleak

I am weak
I am wet
of tears

they leak
and leak
from a well

in which I drink.
Halt the think
so being meets me

and I know
in this soil
are seeds

harboring the dark
as sanctuary,
as church

holds the weak
and water these seeds
with relief. 

I wrote this poem on my birthday last year. I was sitting in my garden, which was rife with overgrown weeds and dead things I never tended in the season prior.

My dear friend and roommate at the time had set up a little nest for me in the north corner, with a lounge chair, lots of blankets, and my journal. I was a complete and utter mess.

My boyfriend had just broken up with me. It was a transatlantic relationship and he was set to

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Yin and yang, wild free girl.

Look at you being home. Frets be gone, you know in your truest form that this, too, shall pass.

Again and again, the pain will pass. You grow. Grow, child, keep growing.

Reveal me in you. You in me and see the truth inside you.

I ache for love, Mother. I ache for my true mate.

You’ve had him. And Him. And Him. Always.

How blessed be you to touch the hearts and know in your womb the love of knights. Of warriors. Kings. Sages. Drummers. Givers.

It All ends, always, dear one. Breathe.

Lead. You will, of course, know love again. And again, and again.

Your deep heart is both your blessing and your curse. Let it be. Be it.

You are never alone. This, too, shall pass.

Seek help. Do not isolate. Pray for him.

Surrender.

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Daughter, rest now.

Rest your weary thinking mind and find home among your heart.

Your heart has much to say.

ALLOW Her to speak. She will show you which way to go, and you, daughter of visions, know how to know.

You are where you are and that is right.

Do not fret, it blocks you. Open, allow.

Be.

You do not find your way, your way finds you.

Be still. Receive.

Blessings beseech you, love wild child.

Please guide me, Mother. Help me. What shall I do?

Dear daughter, quiet now, our girl. Hush now and lay back into the soft, nourishing Earth.

Now, you nourish.

Yes, like you did on the stone island. You go slow, as much as is possible, and you nourish and rest your tired bones.

You are safe, love daughter. You are safe to choose yourself and say NO and say yes and say not yet or hell nah.

Be true.

Slow. Slow down.

You are invited into faith. Tipping points are coming and you must remain steadfast.

Be unwavering in your choices. Turn to your practices.

True nature IS you, is all around you.

Listen to your heart. You know what to do.

Mother, what would you have me know?

The creeks flow in your home, queen of the rivers. Mother and witch of these forests, power becomes you.

Do you feel the ripe, raw, radiant pulses of strength in you?

Sex is your power. Love is your wand to wield. Pussy is your path to peace.

Pleasure, our Queen, is indeed your birthright.

I am, Mother, in tears. For my child knows truth.

You know your way, and dear dear Love, this is the beginning. Oh if you could see what I see in these stars and tree tops and luscious full pink pussy moon, you would scream in pleasure that moves the Earth.

It is cumming. Is is all already yours.

Continue opening, Queen, keep taking inside of you the medicine, in all of the lusty, pure ways.

Welcome home, Fairy Mother, we’ve awaited this arrival your entire existance.

Rooting for your expansion is our joy.

Bless you, daughter, bless you so fucking juicy hard.

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Dearest beautiful child,

Oh be oh my! Look at you. You have arrived into the holy land.

See the fresh rain. You, star child, are cleansed.

The journey has reached finality. Completion has come. Now it is time to wade in the river and relish in the blooms of sweet lilac.

This is for you, because you outpour love and goodness in all the realms you grace. You wander the wild becomes you. You are the gift, love daughter.

Violet one, be now. Be in the quiet as you are one with this free land.

The spirits here hold you, they already know you and freedom is at your feet.

You are this. And thus, this is yours. You may receive it because it is already, and always has been, forever will be— you.

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What now, Mother? What now?

Ah sweet ripened girl,

Blessed be, rain child! You, indeed, have arrived. And you must give it away to keep it.

Now, you choose, more and more— to get to know this life of peace.

Court Her.

Adorn Her.

Worship Her.

Commune and ritualize and hold steadfast as the keeper of this peace.

You made it, thus, it cannot be taken from you.

You know your worth as embodiment, as a lived truth.

You, love child, have earned this rapture.

Claim it, Priestess, claim your healing.

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Love daughter of our green, red Earth. You are a violet flame and you know how to turn lead into gold.

Alchemize, our girl, alchemize.

Turn the fear into gear. You know how to protect.

For many moons you’ve protected others. How do you now turn towards yourself and pick up your armor, of love, and hold steady, healing, fortuitous space?

You. Deserve. Space.

You deserve space.

You, love daughter, deserve holy, regenerative, restful, love space.

Say no. Say no. Say no.

Only say yes when you are LIT UP to do so. This is your only YES— a full body one.

Anything else slowly, in a baffling, cunning, and insidious way, takes pieces of yourself from you.

You are whole and you are strong like the mountains who now hold and soothe you.

You heal others because you know how to heal yourself.

Go now, daughter. Heal your self.

Be in love, always.

-Mother

As you are, dearest one. Just as you are.

You have known this love. You do know it, from me. You have opened your heart to it many, many times.

You are on a journey. Your life is one of many difficulties and perhaps the one most true is never having allowed this love to enter you from the heart of another in your world. For you have been in fear. This is how you were programmed.

How can you know the beauty, the exquisite flavor of this unconditional love without knowing its void?

How can you want and need what you already have?

Can you actually do no-thing now? Can you feel your pain of this need? What color is it? What texture does it take? Where is it in your body?

Dear child, you cannot allow this love if there is not space within you for it.

Spaciousness. Choose silence. Choose to do nothing.

Choose to be, so you many feel. And feeling will clear out space. And this space will allow unconditional love to cum.

It is not hate for these men, or yourself, or even Him. You are not free, under the suffocation of His judgement. Of his misplaced scorn.

Fear takes your light. You are not yet able to trust men. This is a truth, of pain and loss and violence, all of womankind carry.

It is not your fault, daughter of the rivers, it is not for you to fix it all. You cannot and you must not.

You do nothing. Acceptance is your path to freedom.

You accept to free— yourself, Him, the world.

Accept the fires that have come from his lips. The storms that have come from his fists. The shame from his seed.

And know this— nothing is 'good’ or ‘bad’ or pure or light or absolute dark. Both make life whole.

You are always whole, loved one, in all your grief and loss and rage and fear and ecstacy. You are whole because it is all there.

Accept it all to free yourself.

You are whole.

Blessed be.

Mother, what is healing? What inside me is mending and filling with love?

Dear girl, wow you are here and being here makes you holy.

Just simply and fully show up. Sit at the feet of the mountain and let your bones remember.

Remember who you are. Remember where from you come.

Remember the places your legs will march you to.

Remember your essence is love.

The streams, the rain, the lakes and the rivers— it is I, washing you with grace. And so you may find forgiveness on the banks and wade into my womb of thanks and of transcendent peace.

Peace, dear love, peace is yours here. You have come a long way to receive.

You will continue to open and indeed, I promise, miracles are your every moment reality.

You are whole and you are well and keep filling your gifts.

Hold out your cup.

I shall fill it.

Blessed be, our daughter, blessed be.

Dear girl, you will not break in two. Wholeness is yours because you made it. You make it. You are learning new ways.

You bake the bread now, loved girl. You walk the path.

You sing to the moon and you, dear child, will not, never break.

You are strong, child. You will be okay.

We are so proud of you for staying when you want to run. For turning inward when you crave outward filling.

You are brave, warrior queen. You know how to return to your throne.

Rest easy these days. Go and see your mother. Go and sit with Her and feel Her. Feel Her warrior. Rest easy knowing she fought every way She could.

Put the work away, as much as you can, for the rest of your time here.

And be. Be here. Be with them. Be with Her.

Be home.

Release. Surrender.

You are held. Girl of stone of the celts, you will not break.

Be here. Be well. Be here to be well.

You are not alone.

Blessed be, sweet child, blessed be.

Dearest daughter, you will never run or turn away from love.

Don’t you see? It’s what you’ve sought so diligently and bravely and foolishly this whole time.

Forget and turn your back to the lessons and stringent voices of overculture. You have no rules to follow in love but the wantings and longings and needs of your own heart. And the hearts of those you dance with.

Dear sweet girl, you learn in love. For you have spent an abundance of time alone and it is always in and through connection that you not only thrive, but come to know the most sacred, most juicy, most protected layers of yourself.

A man— the right man— can take you into those spaces of your delicate and delicious being.

Fear plagues and darkens your sweet, blooming heart. Fear born of the pain from your past.

Fear not, love daughter, for deep heartedness is your truest nature and living with an open heart, always open to the depths of where love will take you, is the core of you.

The past circle has taken much of your sweetness and walls have grown up around your heart. Do you feel them?

Dear daughter, you are laying the stones of this next path. You get to decide the pace at which you unfurl.

Take all your will and move intentionally with a willingness to be willing.

You are safe, because you choose to be.

Dear girl, you are home. Be still be and be home.

The world keeps turning and you, dear sweet child, know surrenderance.

Again and again, this is what you choose and it is perfect. You are okay. Exactly where you are right in this moment.

Shroud. Seal. Use this powerful tool to do this powerful work.

Sage. Let it rest and surrender to a power— my power— which is omnipotent.

You are not alone. You have survived and endured a long, soul-making journey.

You are home now. Be home, with me.

Dearest beautiful child,

Oh be oh my! Look at you. You have arrived into the holy land.

See the fresh rain. You, star child, are cleansed.

The journey has reached finality. Completion has come. Now it is time to wade in the river and relish in the blooms of sweet lilac.

This is for you, because you outpour love and goodness in all the realms you grace. You wander and the wild becomes you. You are the gift, love daughter.

Violet one. Be now. Be in the quiet as you are one with this free land.

The spirits here hold you, they already know you and freedom is at your feet.

You are this. And this, this is yours. You may receive it because it is already, and always has been, forever will be— you.

Daughter of the rivers,

Be you, and keep being so well.

Now is not the time to turn back and long and wish but to traverse those dying days and fill your cup with gratitude and joy.

He is hurting. Bless him and release. Clear and cleanse your field.

Dance. You are going home and now it is the time to rejoice.

Take your rest. Be still and listen to what sister wind teaches you.

Continue to ask the trees to hold your wounded pain.

You will go and plant the seeds for new red and yellow and golden flowers that will bloom onward into the sky of love.

Hear me, once, dear holy child of the peace, and choose to believe— for the choice is yours.

You did not falter. His actions reflect purely and simply His state. Not yours. You are on a new, holy, divine path and this is yours alone, to share with the elements of love.

Keep going, blessed daughter, and growth will sprout from your fertile and watered heart.

Nourish and take the medicine and food of the Earth.

We see the power you are. And we are guiding you, always.

Go home, dear girl, go home.

Dear sweet girl, you are home. You are still home because home is within you.

Smile, let it heal you.

You are safe. You are well.

You can be seen and your queen knows when and where and how and to whom.

Do not run. Do not hide or balk. Do not forsake your garden.

I am in you, and you are not alone.

Go and live, today. Now. Live full and live well, child.

You are worthy.

You are love.

Dear girl, welcome home again. And home, quite literally this time, you are going.

Take up your space.

You will attract what is meant for you and repel that which can not meet you.

You deserve to be met in the glorious magnitude of your full beingness. In all your ways and phases and heights and lows and in betweens.

In between is your truth, your world, your gifts. You have so many gifts and quite simply, these gifts need you right now.

The world needs these gifts from you, sweet child of the moon.

You do feel the call because indeed are the mountains of strength and the rivers of peace calling out your name. Go and be met, there, in the wild, just and completely as you are.

Leave the growing men here. Allow them to be behind you.

For the earth will bring you your mate. Your adam of growth and giving and god-embodiment. He is cumming. He is yours as you are already his, sweet one. He is preparing for you.

You make yourself worthy for that which is worthy of you.