I’ve been deep in a pit, raging at the walls, if I’d only looked up I’d have seen the light above me and my way out.
But I had to almost destroy myself, impotently raging at shackled feet and dank walls. Til only a wisp was left of me, in total surrender- the fight almost gone but a fierce desire still burning to stay, to go back, to connect, to embrace my loved ones, to let them know I had not abandoned them.
Somehow through the pain of this desire in my motionless trapped body, I travelled many lifetimes to find the key to go back, to unlock the potential and power of this moment.
Climbing is the easy part, I glide up these walls. Tearing off the shackles that held me there to destroy myself was the hard part. But in that moment, when the conscious will appeared and the lion heart was called in to play- such power was in those legs that I never doubted I’d break free- and it was easy and ecstatic.
The feminine is flowing, bubbling up from beneath the surface of skin deep manipulations and posturing. Rich and earthy, fertile and fluid. Provoking, caressing, soothing and storming. It’s flowing in us all bringing life back to barren places and stirring up silt in long-stagnant pools. Kindness is the kernel, the seed of power. Pure acceptance, honouring, gently guiding forth.
“She is that closest wisp of your spirit calling you to hear the lilt of your heart, to feel the tenderness, to hold all of life- in its excruciating pain and unequivocal joy. She reminds us that it is indeed possible to hold it all. The births and the deaths. The star-crossed romance and the heartbreak. Success and failures. She grows the heart, when we think it is not possible. To wait so that we can act.
She comes in on the breeze, along the stream in the current, with the dance. We have to pause, insert a comma, or several in our daily rhythms. She needs to be tended and lured. She lives in those pauses and in that silence- the place where the heart speaks. She lives in the dance, in the rhythm- the place where the heart sings.” ~ Kimberley Johnson