You Are Her

I asked her to keep autumn safe,

Took the moon from my hair,

Left it at the feet of the goddess.

I bled all over the pages

Of my intention

It flowed from me

In my time of winter.

Let autumn remain untouched

I wrote in ink.

The difference between praying

To an absent god

And following the path

Of the mother

Is she will always ask you to meet her there

In that space of dark possibility

Ask you how much

You want what you are asking for.

You are her,

You are the one you are praying to.

Again she invites me Into her cauldron

And I take the step.

Walking Alongside You

As I move on to filming about the shadow feminine and dark Goddesses for my Awaken Your Wild Feminine course, it has had me thinking about the shadow times we go through as women and how it influences our work.

I've been talking to the feminine divine since I was a young girl, in her many forms.

Goddess spirituality isn't all love and light and blessings, often healers go through immensely dark times to heal themselves and share their gifts with others.

I had an amazing realisation yesterday that I have made such a point of not sharing my trauma that somebody I have known for nearly a year still didn't know what happened to me that changed my life forever.

This means to me I have done my healing work so well.

This course is my Persephone offering from the underworld, turning darkness into light. This cannot be imitated, and your journey is just as unique.

I am somebody who has walked through the shadows. I am somebody who has been pushed to the edge.

I have turned the wound into a place that blooms, because I know the true price of giving away your power.

So as we go on a journey examining the dark lessons from our past and the messages of hope, remember I am walking alongside you sister 🙏

Winter

I am the walker

between the worlds

I am the shedding snake

The bones in the snow.

The dreamer In the dark

I am the tender belly

Bleeding onto the earth

And I am she who births.

The one who has been threatened

And the one who bears her teeth

Like a wolf.

Travelling through dreams

And time.

The synchronicity

And the stillness

Of this night.

(Winter)