Mama Rising

I am melting, softly, into a more gentle manifestation of my own being. Reflected by the beauty and curated order of the space, of how I am being fed by the coolness of iced tea and the images of the book I am flipping through and the decor in the courtyard, I feel the shift inside.  I feel the slowing. The final letting go of ideas of how today is going to be, and opening fully to the sacred flow, the day's own energy and how it will carry me and rock me and soothe me, just like the garden swing I am lounging in. I am in my bliss, that small shining light of my healing over the past few weeks shifts again: that quiet but radiant light becomes bolder. It meets this beautiful space as a kindred spirit and I allow myself to fully be here: willing myself to know that I am worth this.   I know that magic is about to be made. The Cactus Courtyard in the Spell and the Gypsy Collective in Byron Bay Photo sourced on Pinterest, because tragically my camera's ...

The Muse, it has been dormant for so long, slumbering within the dark and profound space of my womb. Now she stirs and awakens with eyes alight. With slender hands that betray her agility and strength, she pulls me down towards her. I have been opened; and once more the words, they flow- down through my crown, up from the womb, converging at my heart space and sitting there, growing in power for just a little while--  Until they spill, like fresh and energetic headwaters, out through my hands and flood my world. Photo by  Ahmed Saffu  on  Unsplash And here it is: this cycle's manifestation of the interaction between the Muse and I- the Mama Rising blog. I pray that this project takes breath and grows from the cellular upward, that it may become, with beneficence and light, a fertile, expanding thing. Dynamic, alive, alluring. I humbly ask for the divine light of creation to stream through me, for the support I need in this path, for rest an...