I want to say thank you…
Thank you to the clean masculine sacredly holding right now.
Meditating, loving, holding, embracing the changing instead of bracing in the change. Defying the fear rhythm that is descending upon the world, and sitting courageously in this, holding, trusting, feeling but not moving- praying for the feminine to rise to come and meet him. Lighting a candle for her to see her way, seeing through his intuitional eye, feeling with his open- still cool body, awaiting for the change she will bring. The change she must bring. The birth she is labouring through. He hears her screams of pain, feels her anger of war cries, tastes her blood and sweat as she claws herself free. Emotions swell in him and drip down his face, still he holds and stays open….. She has been imprisoned for too long, separated from him for too long.
He hears the inner call as she settles and purifies in her juices. He feels everything she has gone through in his stillness. He recounts all of her struggles, all of her pain, and the repression. Summoning all of his courage he stays, open. Feeling his breath, following his breath as it takes him into her, deeper into her… knowing this part of himself that has been separated for so long from him, his heart is blasted open with grief and simultaneous happiness at the union. One cannot survive without the other. It is a lonely desert within the mind without the flow and magic of the feminine, and it is a long lost dream, a figure of imagination too liquid and light to be brought into the physical to exist without the masculine. But when there is space…. Sweet, sweet space within the masculine, there is hope. When there is courage to be seen within the sacred feminine there is hope. Together, a hope is birthed, unbreakable and world changing. Together we must rise, encourage and love…. Within each one of us, put to rest the battle. Lay down your protective arms and your heated anger. Surrender over your fears and terrors…. It’s time to unite. Come back home….
Featured image by sacredgeometryartshop.
My boys, I want you to explore all of yourselves.
The wild, the free, the amazing, the ugly side, the parts of you that not even you will see…
I wish you to be free of them in open acceptance of your imperfectly perfect humanity.
I pray that my parenting up to this point and in the future doesn’t set you back too much
From knowing the truth of who you really are. The mystical truth of who you really are.
That you are more than this body. More than the job you choose. More than your marital status.
You are a miracle.
May you stand up for yourself, your voice be heard, and know yourself enough to know your values
May you honour and love yourself enough to say ‘no’ or leave circumstances that hurt you.
May you stand up for those who cannot stand up for themselves if and when you come across it
May you be fair and just to yourself, and to others
May you feel the truth that there is more than just the physical, may you feel, feel, feel!!!
May you have the courage, my dear boys, to feel emotions and allow their genuine expression
May you not restrict yourself to fit into the stereotype- know I will love you no matter what.
May you have the courage to love openly, to have so much compassion for yourself and others
May you feel connection
May you feel my support gently at your back as you step more into your own life-
Edging further away from me into the world. Know I will never stop being here for you to return to.
For a soft landing, nurturing and a springboard to jump back into life with.
Remember, you’re never too old for hugs, to cry, or to feel scared. That’s part of being human… Please don’t deprive yourself of receiving beautiful hugs in life. It’s a gift.
Please know you are helping to change the world, my boys.
Have courage to be a little different at times- or all of the time…
Step gently and respectfully on the earth, my sons. Open your hearts and feel connection.
Do your best. I’m here when you fall. I’m here when you rise. And whilst I am here doing that, I will be in my own rising and falling- living my life as fully as I can. I will lead by example, my boys. Let’s live!
I promise I will do the best damn job I can to raise you boys to give you the fertile soil from which to grow.
Featured art by Timothy Easton