Mother— please speak to me. What would you have me know?
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.