The natural feminine way to love is through the body. As we fully awaken to the wisdom and connection in our cells, we discover the Goddess has been living in us, as us, all along. Here are some of her favorite songs…
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We come from from the nameless place. The center of the swirling cosmos. The place that reaches deep. From the time before echoes. And dawn. And even light. We are remembering.
Like all women, I am the shores of the great ocean. My body the ancient granite, basalt, agate. Did you know that all stone here on earth makes up one Spirit? One Stone Spirit. And this Stone Spirit is connected to all other Stone Spirits from all the galaxies near and far? The stone that makes up the stars.
So as I lie here with my boulder body the shore. Remembering myself pebble by pebble. I know my immensity, just in existing. My body, curled this way against the earth, holding the ocean together, holding the cosmos together.
Like all women, I am the great ocean. I am the rising and falling. I am the fullness of grief and her saltwater tears. I am agony. I am devastation. I am wounds that cut into ocean floors. The deep oceans are our last undiscovered territory on earth. I am the pain that lives there. The pain that belongs to us all.
I am the salty sweat of good work. The sweat of ecstatic joy. I am the liquid that gathers in eyes and makes them shine under the full moon. I am the balm, the mother, the healer. I am the force that connects continents. I am the ocean arms outstretched holding it all in balance. Every cell of my body, a drop. I am rising and falling with each breath. And I am deeper currents of love. I am those dark depths that hold the medicine.
Like all women, I am the moon. The ancient Stone Spirit that pulls the tide. I am reaching for myself. I empty, I fill, I empty, I fill. Married to rhythm. I am inevitable, predictable death. I am the drying out and starving light. And I am the fertile crescent bowl in my pelvis, of hope and promise. I am the full soul illuminated. I am the unnamed, named. I have been learning these rhythms for years. I close my eyes and see with my cratered skin the way light washes in, and out, and in again. I am rocked in love.
Like all women, I am the drum. Underneath the shore of my body, underneath the rising and falling of ocean and moon, there is a drum beat. Rhythmic. Enduring. Eternal. It moves underneath the oceanic currents, the rise and fall of death, of life. It is nearly indistinguishable. We are each individual symphonies of agony and ecstasy. We carry melodies within and around us. Swirling on top of waters and under them. And still, without fail is this eternal drumming. Unchangeable. A stubborn and delighted joy. A tone so low you have to lean in to hear it. And not everyone can.
Bright ones, this is the human heart drum. It plays forever. From the time before time. From the nameless place. Into who knows where. The rhythm can only be explained as love. Eternal, true, sacred LOVE.
And here it is: lean closer to anything, anyone, any place within yourself that lets you hear this drum clearer. That’s how you know. Let yourself fill to the brim with it’s playing. And overflow. Overflow. Overflow with Love.
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I want to share with you some of those things that let me hear my own heart drum, the things that let me overflow with love: Love Yourself (for real) eCourse.
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