Why am I here?

A prayer answered by the divine feminine.

Oh my child, what a glorious question— one you know in your soul and your bones made of Earth.

Love.

Pure and simple. You love.

You are here to be elemental— to sync with the seasons and the moon and the growing grass of the moving Earth. You’re here to see the birds fly, to receive their singing songs.

You are here to make, with wide open palms of giving and receiving.

You’re here to hug and kiss and cry and scream.

You are here to dance.

Remember, our girl, the light is not light without the dark to make it so.

Tend your night garden and diffuse the fragrance of love that you, and only you, are.

Be. You are here to be. Love.