Empty space of womb
There is the blank space of the womb
And then there is nothing. There are moments of empowerment and trust and then there’s a heart bleeding all over the floor, desperate to get up, to get to some clear clean air, desperate to get away from the sufferings of the world. There are those who inflict and those who receive, there are those who choose to stand up and lead, and turn all the lead into gold of sorts or something more. Like home, and community, and an eternally open door. A door to love and care and kindness. To trust and friendship and joy. To appreciation and acceptance in all of our forms.
Why do you disappear when we come together? Where is it that you go? Departing off to different lands, the spruce at my back and the lightness in my hands, some sort of escape or some other realm of play. Our own unique way to save the day. For as we forge relationship in the realms of the unseen, more easily can we glean the insight and the offerings of our brothers and sisters of different skin, or fur, or bark or soil. More easily we surrender and we trust and we let go to our own instincts. Our intuition to play and to explore and to listen. To deeply, truly, fully listen.
We all do it in our own ways… through sound or song or sigh. No need for force or control, no control or domination. Simple surrender, listening, letting go. It’s a slow burn, it blazes a trial through the sadness and despair, a slight fire to the heart. It burns slow, for it’s meant to sustain, its of the forests volition and its tempered for many burns have come before, so this fire opens as it ignites. It’s patient, it’s kind. Not smothering or drowning, it’s gentle, it comes out when where’s enough space between the pauses, it comes forth in whispers and glimmers, a love note through the crack in the door.
Slips away as fast as it comes, though it’s always here. Simply another force needs to focus. The ache and the bruise within open ribs, the one who feels it all and brings it up to the surface. What would it be like if I just held myself up and out of it all, rather than being deep in it, you create a mess, I stand in it with you I once seemed to say.
They need our art, our creations as much as they need our support. What we bring forth is our rebellion, from it is the antidote to all fear, it takes the pain, the suffering, the collective grief and transforms it into what we bring forth. It transforms the wretched into the stuff of miracles, using all material as part of our great master creation. A divine alchemist in motion. Your love, your strength, your full on embodiment is how you stand up. How you live free, how you stand for liberty and freedom and truth, in the face of all that wishes to tear you down and keep you feeling small and frightened and helpless and alone. You stand tall in you, in your love, in your work, in your creation, knowing, trusting, believing and having the sheer and absolute faith that you are capable, worthy and so complete as you are. Knowing and trusting that your contribution is valuable and helpful and honestly vital for our safety and wellbeing as a collective. Too much within you has been held back that needs to come forth. Too much within you has kept you small for some time now, and now, this very moment is the one that you’re called to step forth. To know what the rebellion comes from deep within your soul, that part of you who has always known how you best wield and hold your magic. Knowing and trusting that faith is required above all, in yourself and in the Great Spirit. Faith in what you have to say and what you have to receive and what you have opened up to. We need your perspective in the world, no one else sees it and knows it like you do, this is a vital and important part of what you are here to share.
Speak it, write it, sing it, feel it. Your pain and your grief are the instruments for your greatest healing and liberation. Living a life of total and complete sovereignty, serving peace and light and understanding. You know what it is that you need, it’s perfectly safe to give this to yourself now.
The beauty and the beast, they work as one, the understand, they open up to each other in tandem. Like step. With patience and care and understanding. This is a journey of discovery, this is a journey of remembering. This is a journey of loving and playing and listening and dancing and praying. Peace for you and all.
