Emerging

Emerging, slowly emerging.

These transitional days. I don't feel like doing much of anything. Drifting, learning, resting. Indulgent? Maybe.

I am enjoying the opportunity to connect deeper with my cycle, as I identify the energy as separate from outside influence, as I enter fully into what it means to be a cyclical woman.

I feel the current slowly tugging me as I emerge from liminal space. But I'm not ready yet, and that is just where I'm meant to be. New hope, new day, heart opening.

How has lockdown connected you deeper to your cycle?

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Cosmic Mother

Sometimes I think

Children see all the faces

of the goddess.

As their mothers spin

With the seasons

Walk the wheel

Of their lives.

Now I step out into spring

The sun stirs me

I glow and smile.

Tell me

You don't just believe

in Mother Mary?

Endless giving, endless loving.

She is but one

Of many mothers.

Do your children see

The dark power of the moon?

The vulnerability?

Face pale and wan

Like a priestess,

Prophetess?

Do they see you hug your comforts

To you like a cloak

To warm your bones?

As you journey

Through the long, dark night.

Blessed are the babies

Who sit at the feet of the cosmic mother

As she waxes and wanes

They will know

What it is

To be blood and bone,

Earth and wild

Magic and light.

- Jenny Wren

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