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My veins run with the power of God. She flows through me with a ferocious gentleness that brings life in such abundance that it spills out of me into everything I touch, everything I see. She is me, and I am Her. Bound in love, held in grace. How can I doubt when She loves me so deeply that it is Her very pulses that give me life and allow me to feel. She is my mother, my sister, my lover, my friend, my solace, my teacher, my challenger. She is All. She is in me and through me and with me always in all ways. I am in glorious surrender to the passion of Her loving embrace and I never need anything else. I fear nothing, for She is all, and if She is all, what can there be to fear?~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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She came and She stripped away every single piece of me. She left me raw, broken, crying, hurting, shaking on the floor with nowhere left to run. My thinking had abandoned me and I could no longer run there. There were no other people available in that moment for me to hide behind. There was just me.. And Her. And in that second She looked like the most beautiful and the most terrifying thing I had ever seen. And I have known Her for a long time. She IS me after all. Just as She is all else. And I stood before Her, quivering, desperately wanting to run to her, but frozen in time, unable to move, my heart beating so loud I could hear nothing but the drumming of it in my chest. And in that moment, I felt something familiar, something I knew.. Something. I felt something. And it wasn’t something with a name or a label, or a set of instructions… It was something bigger and deeper than the words. It was something Real. It was something True. It was Life. And in that moment She came to me, and She was in me, and through me and with me, and all the fear and the pain and the tension and the sorrow fell out of me, and in Her it became music and light and passion and art and beauty and dance and I saw it was all part of the bigger picture.. The art only the Gods are able to see clearly. For we are part of the great dance, part of the picture, we cannot see it for we are IN it. And I want to play my part well. I want to keep showing up and being all that is asked of me. And sometime the most beautiful, moving, transformative pieces of a masterpiece are the ones that rip you to shreds and smash you so far open that you are never the same afterwards. That’s good art. The pieces that touch you so deeply you are forever changed. And in that moment, She smiled, because She saw I understood. That I knew all I needed to know. And I smiled too, for I saw the parts had all been played absolutely perfectly, precisely, and with grace, honour and love. And I sent thanks via the heart threads to those who shared the stage with me, and then I lay back, and enjoyed the peace before the next act. For this show is never done… This show of life. It is always in all ways. It never ends. No, this is the eternal dance. Sometimes we are centre stage, and sometimes we are in the wings, waiting for our big moments, and sometimes we are witness to other people’s scenes to give them the perspective they cannot see from the place in the cast.. But step back further, and there are the stage hands and lighting engineers and sound people and ticket merchants, and the people who built the building, and the ones who formed the idea, and you see none of it is more or less important than any other part of it.. We need it ALL to create the Whole. So, to quote someone else’s wisdom “We all become important, when we realise our goal should be to figure out our role within the context of the whole..” So what’s my act? What’s my magic show? What’s my part? And will I bring it? Will I be it? In All its aspects? I will keep striving to be the very best I can be, for God is watching, and I want to give Her a good show. For one day, I will go Home to Her, and I want Her to say “You did good, my Love, you did good.”
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I raised my eyes skyward briefly, knowing I would need the encouragement of Space, let out a deep, long breath, gathered all I had left within, turned around and faced anger. I looked closer, not wanting to trust my vision at first, though I knew it to be true.. Nestled behind her I found fear.
Fear was throwing things and screaming and shouting and pushing and doing anything and everything she could so she was not seen or felt or touched. And she was so desperate to not be known that she used everything within her power to morph into anger so I would not suspect it was her beneath. And as she threw and punched and yelled and kicked she went farther and farther back into the dark; begging to whatever Gods she no longer believed in that I would not dare turn and look for her. And as I approached, her eyes flicked left and right and up and down and were all whites and no pupil and no colour and it seemed as if she were desperately searching for something to grasp but was finding nothing worthy of her trust. And she clamoured for truth and she cried for faith and she begged for mercy to come… But none came.
There was just me.
And her.
I sat down where I was, a fair distance away, and became as quiet as I could. Just breathing. In and out. In and out. In and out.
And I waited.
I asked nothing of her. I let her keep screaming. I knew that height of feeling could only last so long.
And I waited.
Gradually tears began to replace the rage. At first they came in waves so powerful she would rear up and kick out once again with the force of a thousand stallions, not wanting to be grounded and to admit she was so tired of fighting.
And I waited.
Slowly the tears gripped her body tighter and the waves became her flesh and she juddered and shook and held her breath thinking this would somehow help. She screwed her eyes tight shut hoping against hope that if she couldn’t see, then she could not be seen. But the breath still came and eventually her eyes opened.
I saw the tiredness.
I saw the depths of fatigue that come from resisting ones self for so long.
I saw the desperation. But this was not desperation to hide… This was beneath that.
This was desperation to be seen.
And still I waited for I knew to approach would unleash more than she – than I – had the energy to endure. And slowly, oh so slowly, she began to rise to her feet. And her legs wobbled and her hands shook and yet there was a certainty running through her that made my heart skip a beat.
She took a step. And then another, and another. And before I knew it she was there beside me, her head leaning against my chest, her whole being gently pulsing. And as I began to slowly move to wrap my arms around her, I felt her enter me. The warmth and divine strength of her engulfed me from the inside out as she swam through my veins and found her way back into my heart. And there she rested, curled up safely, guarding me, holding me, loving me, in her true form of courage, and love, and peace, and tenacity, and gusto, and joy, and light, and trust, and faith, for fear is never what we think it is. And occasionally she stirred and stretched and surveyed the scene outside of her solace, but mostly she lay peacefully, knowing she was seen, knowing she was welcome, knowing she was home.
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I carry the wolf with me.
The mother. The protector. The leader. The one who belongs and is welcomed. The one who never abandons, who never leaves behind. Who leads from the rear and loves until it kills her. She howls to the skies and embodies the power of the lunar. Her eyes flash with the light of the nighttime; the light only trained eyes can see. She watches and waits, patience unending. Knowing. Listening. Seeing. Feeling. Her movements are lithe and her body is honed. Her spirit is strong and her touch gentle. But do not threaten those that she loves. Do not come too close. Do not hurt them. Or you will pay her price and her price is high. She will not come when you expect, nor how you expect. She will come softly at first, and then harder, and harder, taking every inch of you with her for she knows each and every piece of you. She will entice you; she will astound you; she will render you speechless and hopeless as she takes you, wholly, fully, completely. And as you are in the throes of her, she will smile with the smile only she knows how to use, and she will look to the skies and raise her voice to the moon. And in that moment all will be illuminated, all will be known. And she will leave you wanting. Always wanting.

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She was born of many women, birthed from the great silence of the void. She did not know her own secrets until they exploded like a volcano from within her and spewed out their truths with the force of a thousand fire balls. And they burned as they came. Hot, needing, sharp, pleading. She tried to grasp a hold of them as they flew, desperately trying to find something solid in amongst the flames. But you cannot hold fire any more than you can grip onto water. Some things are not meant to be held. And so with scalded hands she surrendered and instead of fighting the fire she flowed with it, letting it consume her from the inside out and beyond. It burned with a ferocity she had never known. Yet the colours, the patterns, the rhythms, the sounds, the feeling… It was oh so familiar. It felt known somehow. She stood within the fire and felt her spirit rise. She was transformed like the phoenix and arose with the dragon at her back. And then she stood amongst the fire, the heat of it powering her glorious heart smile, and she glowed. For she knew then.
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Come to the centre and flow with the heat,
The earthsong, the rhythm, the heart; beat on beat,
Come to the spiral, and ride on the waves,
Dervishly dancing through dark daylit days.
Come to the darkness, the sorrow, the fear,
Bring all the pieces you think you hold dear,
Come to the moonlight, the clearness, the loon,
Come to the sanity you’ll wish you’d lost soon,
Come to the endings, the loss and the pain,
Come to the startlines, the yets, the agains,
Come to the parting, the leaving, the edge,
Quiver and quake as you cling to the ledge,
Come to the falling, the rushing of air,
Come to the moment where you forget how to care
Come to the craving, the desperate, the clutch.
Come to the not enough, screaming, too much,
Come to the answers that don’t come in words,
Come to the sense in the silence you heard,
Come to the peacefulness made out of noise,
Come to the depravity captured in poise
Come to the freedom that isn’t how you expected,
Come to the mirror, see your beauty reflected,
Come to the surface, and break through and breathe,
Come to the underworld, feel all that you grieve,
Come to the sentiments lost in translation,
Come to the barbs of illusory elation,
Come to the things that you long to keep hidden
Come to the playful, the joy you’ve been bidden
Come to the willingness, the need, the desire,
Come to the water, air, earth, soul and fire,
Come to my shoulder and rest for awhile,
Come to my touch, to the look that beguiles,
Come to my openness, meet me in the field,
Come to my lockdown, trust me to yield
Come to surrender, and lay down your arms
Come to your knees, full of thought drenched alarms
Come to the Goddess, battered and bleeding,
Come to Her knowing, and wanting, and needing.
Come let Her lead you to the place you have lost,
That was forced down and stuffed, irrelevant of cost,
And the cost was not outward, it was of your own,
It was the fibres that tightened, and pulled on your bones,
The ratchets that slowly wound up and restricted,
The tiredness, pain, aches, all that’s afflicted
The pressure, the pulsing, the ticking inside,
Things you tried and tried harder that you thought had long died
Come home to your own self, stand true and well,
See the truth of the saying that heaven is hell
And hell is just heaven turned upside down,
The love’s still the same, just a different way round
There is nothing else, all is the One,
The trueness, the youness, to which we succumb,
Join with the Real, boom with the new,
That glitters and giggles with the Old shining through
Come to the centre, the temple, the Home
And laugh with relief that you’re never alone.
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There are no winners in war; the “winners” suffer the same trauma as the supposed losers. The horror, the pain, the death, the sickness, the disconnection, the separation.. It’s the same. It is impossible to hurt someone from a place of connection, it just cannot be done. Soldiers are taught to disconnect. Their spirits are broken, same as we break the spirit of horses to gain control of them. With no spirit left embodied, there is nothing left to care. This is the only way people can kill, or rape, or main, or hurt. To lesser or greater degrees they are not there. Their bodies are, but their soul is not.. It is somewhere away from themselves.
We all live like this to a degree; vast quantities of our energy and awareness unknowingly distanced from us, too scared or hurt to be in full unison with our physical form. Life does this to us, and these days – and in days gone by – society has forced this upon us. Separation has been the only way to survive, to get through the days, to be seemingly unhurt and unaffected by the suffering of these human lives we live. Except we miss the point that disconnection is not what we are here for.. We are here to connect.
In a way, we all suffer the gut wrenching pains of disconnection from Source, from Love purely by being embodied, purely by being in matter. 99.999999999999% of the Universe is Space, is limitless and unconditional love, is the void, is pure God. 0.000000000000% of the Universe is matter. We are in an incredibly small minority. We are separated, purely because we have form. However, form is what allows us to touch, taste, feel, experience.. We ARE the Universe experiencing itself. We are the Universe learning more. We are love.
For love to be known it has to be felt, given and received. There is a giver, a receiver and the love itself, the gift. The rule of three. If love was left in it’s pure form as 100% of All Things, it would never be known. And love desperately wanted to be known. And so it sacrificed itself. That initial break; the initial separation at the beginning of the time of Things. It ripped itself apart. It gave birth to itself. And it hurt like heaven.
Creation almost always requires some form of breaking. When we create art, we break beauty into colour and form, and we try to capture it somehow through these broken and separate aspects. We try to put them together in a meaningful way to help heal the void we feel within ourselves. What happens when we remember the void is where all the Love that is yet to find form is? Where an unlimited and limitless supply of energy – of love – is held? Not in the matter, but in the spaces between. We got caught up focusing on the matter, but the matter was not what mattered. What mattered was everything else. The most abundant thing in this Universe, in our bodies, even on the M25 in a traffic jam, is space. Look beyond the car, look between the cars, look up, look left, look right. Look around you right now. Space. There is so, so, so, so much space. It has been scientifically proven that if you took all the space out of our bodies, what was left of a 6ft man would fit on a pin head. If you blew atoms up to the size of oranges, the space they hold would amount to football pitches.. There is a lot of space.
Maybe the sense of separation we all feel in the quiet times is the pain of that initial break.. The pain of when love gave of itself to become known. When love was willing to break in order to create, to know, to feel. And how glorious it is to feel. The wind on your face, the touch of a lover, a smile that reaches all the way through your body right to the tips of your toes, the bass beats of music resounding in your rib cage, the exquisite pain of losing a loved one knowing for it to hurt this much you must have dared greatly and loved wholly, the ecstasy of finding that someone who loves you, and who you love… The gift of being able to feel is a deep and profound thing. Joy, pain, loss, gain.. It is all just nuances of the same thing. Nuances of God, nuances of Love. It is ALL Love. For there is nothing else.
I do my best to remember this when I am left desolate and full of anger and sorrow. I try to remember this when I am struggling to reconcile the thoughts in my head with the feelings and sensations in my body, and confusion and isolation feel like the best places to reside. I try to remember this when I am saddened by the behaviour of others and of myself, and by the mass disconnection in this world. I try to remember that I am blessed because I Know. I Know the truth. It is not something that can be captured in even the most elaborate web of words, but I Know it. Love IS. And because of that, I am free.
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Bring me your rage.
Bring me your depravity.
Show me your lies, your deceit, the parts of you that you dare not enter.
Bring it all.
I want the secrets; the horrors; the traumas.
I want that which you don’t even want to acknowledge exists in you.
Bring it to the space.
And I will beat it out of you.
Every lie, every convulsion, every thrust, I will meet it with the pulse of the drum.
I will raise it.
I will taunt you with Her sound.
Casually.
Intentionally.
I will dare you to bring more.
Bring it all.
Every last piece.
Bring me the pain.
Bring me the sorrow.
Bring me the grief.
Bring me your screams of victory and of defeat.
Bring me your confusion.
Bring me your unwillingness and I will show you.
Let the rhythm take you.
Don’t even try to fight it: you will ALWAYS lose.
She beats with the Power of the Goddess, and nothing in you is bigger than that because She is it.
She is ALL.
Don’t try to pretend that you have anything I haven’t seen a thousand times before.
Don’t try and engage me in your incongruence.
Don’t even look to me.
Don’t use me as a distraction, or a life raft, or a point to hold onto.
I will drum you out even harder.
Be in it.
All of it.
Be with it.
FEEL it.
Face yourself.
I will make it impossible for you not to.
I will make you so uncomfortable that those screams will have no choice but to flow.
I will take you beyond the point of no return and keep going, because that’s where the fun is only just beginning.
You want to talk in big words, and of depth you can’t bring yourself to remember?
Then I will take you at your word and lead you into the depths.
Do you remember how to swim? How to flow? How to be?
Or will you keep fighting the current?
I will bring tsunami after tsunami interspersed with deathly silences that I hold just long enough for you to trust them before I take it up again and you are ravaged by the teeth of the rhythm.
Let it tear you apart.
Let it rip to pieces all you thought you knew.
Feel it.
FEEL it.
Be.
Flow. Dance. Scream. Shout. Pound. Wave. Pulse. Breathe. Move. Shake. Remember. Remember.
Remember what it is to beat, to pulse, to feel.
Remember what the drum says when She speaks.
Let Her show you the way Home.
Let Her smash all your illusions and leave you breathless, helpless, wanting, needing.
And let Her caress you with the silence.
With the sweetest of subtleties.
Feel the air still pulsing and pouring around you with the energy of Her voice.
Feel it settle into the deepest parts of you.
The hidden places.
The ones no one but She knows how to touch.
And She knows exactly how you need to feel Her.
With your defences gone, you cannot resist Her Love, and why would you want to?
It is the sweetest of nectars; the purest of honeys, the softest of sounds.
Let Her take you deep, deep, deep within Her.
Let Her take you over, and over, and over again.
Let Her love you further and further and further in.
All the way.
To the very heart of you.
And then,
Then,
Let Her beat with you: I am. I am. I am.

Bring me your gut wrenching desire for solace.
Bring me your need for silence
And your desperation for quietness.
Bring me your yearning for the earth.
Bring me your calling to the skies.
Bring me everything in between.
Let the softly pulsing beat remind you that you are Here.
Let the rhythm call you back Home.
To where you Are.
To Here.
To Now.
Let yourself be sung into synchronicity by the beat that never fails;
The beat that echoes the heart of All;
The beat of the Great Mystery and Great Spirit combined;
The beat of Home.
I hear the sorrow in your soul.
I feel the longing in your heart.
I know all that you desire.
And more.
Let it be.
Come.
Here.
Now.
Be here.
Now.
Feel here.
Now.
Connect here.
Now.
The beat is always in all ways and will never fail.
It is the heart of all.
Let your own pitiful, glorious warrioress of a heart be fuelled by that which never fails.
Let the power that pumps your blood be all you hear.
Hear the aliveness in you.
Hear the strength in you.
Hear the courage in you.
Hear the energy in you.
Hear the life in you.
Feel it.
Feel, even in the depths of your desperate clawings and clamourings on this earth, feel.
Feel the aching.
Feel the pain.
Feel the exhaustion.
Feel it all.
Let it remind you.
Let it teach you.
Let it guide you.
Let it be.
Here.
Now.

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I will keep my trust with God
I will feel my way through this life
I will listen to my heart
I will hear the silent cries from my bones
I will feel the energy of my blood
I will honour its racing and the rushing that tells of danger, and I will love myself enough to be still for a moment and see what pain in me is being triggered, and needs to be seen
I will treasure the moments where peace flows through me
I will practice discernment
I will let the wind carry away my sorrow
I will let the rain cleanse me of misconceptions and judgements formed from an obscured view
I will let the sea teach me with her waves
I will let my soul fly with the falcons, sending piercing cries through the air
I will smile at the sky
I will thank the Sun for its warmth, and life giving energy, but also respect it can burn me should I spend too much time in its direct Light, and if I am burned and rendered motionless by my selfish desires, how will I ever tell of its beauty?
I will keep telling how the most beautiful sky shows require clouds
I will keep walking, however haltingly, however slowly, I will keep on
I will be unafraid to share the joy that I am blessed to experience
I will laugh loudly and clearly, and make no apology for it
I will cry, freely and without reservation, and let the voices that have no words be seen and heard in the salt water that flows from my eyes

I will honour the pain in me
I will honour the love in me
I will remember that all is Heart
I will practice Love
I will remember the Divine flows in and with and through me
I will remember the Divine flows in and with and through everything
I will remember the Divine is also the Nothingness, the seeming emptiness that is really teeming with so much Life that it would blind us if we could even begin to see the true Power of it, and so it veils itself in darkness and reveals itself piece by piece, so our eyes can adjust, and we do not lose our vision
I will hug like I mean it, because I do
I will tell people I love them, and that they are so, so, so enough
I will work on telling myself the same, and if I cannot do it, I will do my best to bypass my ears and open my heart so I can receive those sentiments from others
I will try to say thank you when someone compliments me, rather than negating it, and dishonouring the courage it takes to say something nice to someone
I will practice freedom
I will let go
I will surrender, and remember that the energy of surrendering is about as far removed from giving up as anything could possibly be… For from surrender, all things are possible
I will step beyond my pride and practice saying “I don’t know”
I will stop lying about even the little things, because if I do not know something, however seemingly unimportant it may be, I would rather give you the chance to explain it to me, and teach me about it, so I can know it. And even if I have no interest in it whatsoever, I have interest in you, and I have interest in the way it lights you up, so I want to know, or at the very least I want the pleasure of seeing you excited and on fire for something, whatever it may be
I will practice stillness, but will remember stillness does not have to involve staying in one position; stillness can be practised in motion too

I will allow myself to sleep enough hours each night so I can be at my best in the waking time
I will eat well
I will dare greatly as much as I can, and if one day I find I cannot, I will take a breath, and rest, and trust that tomorrow it may be different
I will strive to honour God, myself, others and this world in All that I do, not just the easy or obvious bits
I will take out the rubbish just before the choice is gone; before the moment where the bag is overflowing and the risk is high that the plastic will rupture and it will all fall out everywhere
I will do this as a show that I respect myself, and my environment
I will keep my home as I like it, whether that be clean and tidy, ordered chaos or somewhere in between
I will accept what others like may be different from me
I will remember neither is right or wrong, just different
I will focus on the fact that I am enough
I will practice what I preach
I will admit that I get really scared at times, and that I still hide under covers, and behind my eyes, praying someone sees me
I will tell my secrets, with discernment, to the people who have earned the right to hear them
I will not judge those who are lost, they are still walking
I will remember not all those who wander are lost
I will be of service where I can, without expectation
I will remember that but for the grace of God, there go I
I will remember death is my constant companion, but I will not fear her, instead I will let her remind me to live each moment
I will remember I am blessed
I will practice gratitude
I will keep my focus on the Here and Now
I will trust God
I will Love
I will Live

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She.

She whispered to me “it is time” and in the depths of my being, something heard her, but then the world got loud and all the colour and the vibrancy took over and I forgot that small voice from within that had whispered my name.

She.

She sang to me on the winds “it is time” and in annoyance I answered “I heard you!” as I turned around and walked the other way, pride carrying me forwards and away from Her, telling me everything I wanted to hear about how I did not need Her, about how I was special, about how I had this. I knew better.

She.

She sent me messages in the language of my soul through the sky messengers and those who carry the totem of gentleness and still I ignored Her. I drove on, aware of a white noise type buzz beginning to emanate from somewhere within me, but I had forgotten all I had learned and believed I could outrun it, if I just kept going long enough. I am bigger. I am better. I know more.

She.

She called to me, louder this time, with a lovingly gentle tone to Her voice, and I span on her and snarled like a rabid wolf, not wanting to heed Her love. I know best. I am stronger. I am more than.

She.

She sighed a deep breath and turned the volume up so loud I was deafened and rendered stationery by the screaming crescendo in my cranium. I clasped the sides of my skull in despair, begging the raging tornado of thoughts to stop. I hit out. I cried. I clutched at my body, hoping it would somehow let me back in. I fought, and I fought and I fought. Unwilling to give in. Still holding on. Not wanting to let go. To relinquish. To admit. And the volume cranked up, and up and up until…

She.

She slammed me down. She riddled my body with pain and flung my mind into so much chaos it was all I could do to know where the ground was to fall to my knees in surrender. She broke me open the way only unconditional love can, and threw me into the fire. Because She knew that was the only way I would hear Her. And She was the fuel, and She was the flames, and She was the smoke that took my breath away, and She was the oxygen that helped me burn out with an intensity I had not known for a long time.

She.

She was the water that soothed my skin. She was the blankets that wrapped around my shoulders as I shook with pain, despair and shame. She was the pain. She was the despair. She was the shame. She wrapped me in these emotions for my own good so that maybe, just maybe I would listen better next time. She showed me how far and how fast I could fall. She showed me my humanity. She forced me to face myself. And in the fire, in the darkness, in myself, all I saw was Her. The Mother. The Lover. The Wise One. The Ancient. The Source. The Void. The Mystery. The Mystery.. The miss told story of She.

She.

She from whom we come. The one whose love gave birth to all. The one who loves enough to burn us out so we learn. She who burns with us. She who comforts. She who holds. She who loves.

She.

She is the flame and the fire. The rapids and the water. The tornado and the air. The earthquake and the ground.

She.

She held me close to Her breast and I shook with fear, feeling I had failed Her. But when I finally lifted my eyes from my pity to meet Hers all I saw was sorrow powered by Love I can never hope to comprehend as She held me and said:

“My dear, all I want for you is freedom. All I feel for you is love. Why do you fight me so? You know there is no war. Yet I will meet you on that battlefield however many times it may take. I will NEVER leave. I will NEVER abandon you. I will ALWAYS be here. For I am the field as well as the thing you fight. And I am the breath that powers you. I am the rhythm of the blood that flows through your veins. I am the weapons you raise against yourself. I am the thing that stays your hand. I am the racing of your thoughts. I am the moment of relief when they relinquish. I am the strength of will that keeps you rising up. I am your tenacity. I am your stubbornness. I am your inability to hear.
And I love you.
I love you.
I love you.”

She.

She swaddled me like a child and enveloped me in Her love and protection, and I allowed myself to be held as She gently loved me back to being with the patience only the Divine can show. I fell into Her and sank deeply into the silence behind the noise. I had been cursed with the dis-ease of forgetfulness. I had forgotten what runs in and with and through me. I had forgotten Her. I had forgotten God. And as I lay there, rendered helpless by myself, I smiled, because I was Home. I was in the embrace of God. And I couldn’t help but wonder how long it would be til I found myself here again, broken open and raw, and I felt Her smile as She knew as well as I did that the only choice I had was how much I fought rather than loved the pain. But She smiled with Love. For as She reminded me, She is the pain too. She is All. She is. I am.

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