The Unfurling

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.

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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 and nutrition and time and presence and community, so that my intention:

That the seed of resonating truth within me, as fully lived and embodied experience, may be reflected in my offerings of word medicine

That through my writing, I curl and settle into the places that yearn for healing; and with courage I stretch into the places that need wholing, so that my body is entirely taken up with what it is to be human. And a woman. And a mother. 

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That my words take on a wild life of their own: with deft and skilled tracking abilities, my writing may come to those that resonate with it and ponder it and explore it. That in some small but powerful way, the Reader may find a little more of their process within--

And through this word medicine, not only are we fed, but

Our little ones, and our communities, and our ancestral lineage, and the generations to come, nestled in the womb space of us and our daughters

May be a little more healed 

And a little more whole

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I sit in profound love of the sacred undulations of the valley I live in and I write on, in the lands of the Gumbaingirr Nation. I acknowledge and give respect and gratitude to the living culture of the Gumbaingirr people and their elders, past, present and future. 

For my children, and the wounded child with in me