By Shannon Crossman WAKING WILD

Slip From The Noose In A Chorus Of Hallelujahs Or F*ck Yous

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 By Shannon Crossman

Dig Up Your Shadow From The Place You Last Buried Her

You forgot the ocean that pounds through your blood.
Fell asleep to the powerful creator inside.
Snap out of it, Sister.

Wake up hard and soon,
before the weedy grasses grow over your face
tacking you to the ground.

You were born to fly.

Wings pressed tight against shoulder blades,
ready to unfurl at your behest.

Shake sleep off your body.

Stomp yourself back to life.

Do not let the world lull you into complacency.

Release everything you’ve been told
about how to be, who to be, or what you should aspire to.

Slip from the noose in a chorus of hallelujahs or f*ck yous
— whatever works.

Dig up your shadow from the place you last buried her.

Brush off dirt.
Twigs.
Worms.

Resuscitate her until she roars back to life.

Stitch her to your heels so you do not lose her again.

Without her, you are half a human.

SHE is what makes you whole, not another.

Show your shadow the sun.

Allow her to cast dark twins of you
across the ground wherever you go.

She is your compass pointing home.

One day you’ll laugh over how you were mistaken —
How you sold off the best parts of you to be liked,
accepted, given a semblance of belonging.

Laugh because the only thing that could take you there
was the thing you learned to exterminate.

For now, it is enough to rewrite the story:

Breathe.
Scream.
Slash.
Destroy.

Tear all the pages out of the rule books by hand.

Grin at the devastation you’ve wrought.

Then dive head first into
the salvation found in your own embrace.

Home.
Belonging.
Free.
At last.

For more self-study, The Urban Howl recommends Llewellyn’s 2016 Moon Sign Book: Conscious Living by the Cycles of the Moon (Llewellyn’s Moon Sign Books).

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Shannon Crossman

Shannon Crossman learned the hard way that untapped creative energy casts a helluva shadow, so she crafts her sanity with her hands daily. Nothing excites (or frustrates) her more than a blank page, fresh ball of yarn, or pile of foodstuffs - all waiting to be transformed into bits of deliciousness. Words are, and have always been, her way back home. She is a writer, artist, technical wizard, public speaker, witch, priestess, gluten free baker, time-bender, and COO who happens to possess a degree in Transpersonal & Somatic Psychology. She's a mama and grandma to a gaggle of wild girls who make her heart happy. When she's out in the business world she's figuring out how to make things faster, more efficient, and automating the hell out of sh*t. Shannon still believes in magic, craves the ocean like a land-locked mermaid, and dreams of a life without shoes.

  1. Tanya Markul

    I love you so much.

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