“Naked and bloodied I
am birthing myself”
A deep meditation at my altar last night had me seeing my
skin being shed, sloughing off the old. Have you ever watched a creature shed
its skin? It is inert, vulnerable, still and struggles to move out that last
old exterior. In a spontaneous movement, I began shedding my clothes, each item of clothing a
mantra attached. This is Y O U, This is
T H A T – it is time for T H I S to go. You no longer serve me...
I sat there reviewing my birth, and felt no less exhausted
than as if I had just drawn my fist breath. This is Me. A fine Woman who no
longer wishes to buy into the illusion of being owned by archaic patterns of
thought. I will LIVE and yes, I will birth myself again, and again.
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