I’m holding space for you as you find your legs again. As you learn to walk with allowing the wisdom of millions of years course through your veins once more. I’m holding with love as I see you stumble, and fumble, and fall on your knees.
I’m witnessing your courageous rise as you dare to stand back up, and embody all of the woman your ancestors call for you to be, the woman you desire to be.… I am holding as your heart splits open, and you feel the cries and screams of atrocities in the world.. in your world… And I’m holding whilst you let them move through your body- in all of its moving and shaking wisdom to let it go…. I’m lovingly witnessing the merging of your deep wisdom, the unravelling of the delicate chords within your throat so that your beautiful voice is heard, is felt, is radiated outwards as it interrupts, disrupts and creates space for the healing and lovingly unravels of the damage of thousands of years of disempowerment, fear and disconnect from your own truth….
I am in awe holding you as you release the fears, the torture, the trauma within, and I witness you open to deep connection…. I see you flow with your own inner desires, and watch you move as your inner truth becomes visible through your dance and movement. I witness your rage, your screams… your powerful cutting of chords that have kept you in doubt and so, so small…. I watch you light a match when all of the stories are ready to be transmuted, and I watch you set fire to it all- letting the stories burn. As I see the tears fall silently, and grace fill your body and face, I see you accept yourself and everything you have been through up until this very moment…. I see you rise in your rawness, in your beauty, in your truth, your authenticity…. I hear your song low and high, sweet and powerful… connected and with so, so much love, and deep, deep experienced wisdom…. I see you in every woman who steps up to claim her rightful space here in this world. In this moment. The sacredness, the love, the connection, the compassion, the raw bloody truth of it all.… I hold space for you, my love. It is time…
All my love,
P.S. There will be a gathering of women to move and meditate starting February, 2022. Stay tuned….
Art by Anna Rose Bain