by Caroline Miskenack
The fire within.
To know this feeling is to be yourself.
This burning passion, my darling, is purely for you and your precious growth. And oh, how you feel it down there, sitting like a rock at the bottom of the deep ocean, strong in the pit of your stomach, just waiting to be unleashed.
This is my promise: it will one day be ablaze, like the sun.
You try and dampen it. Shut it off. Turn it down, but it is there. Always. Like the hot molten lava bubbling relentlessly at the center of the earth. At your very core.
It is endlessly present, awaiting you to honour, trust and feel it, my child. She, this fire, has and will forever fuel you to become the greatest, bravest version of yourself. This is a fuel you cannot deny, one that belongs to that force you know and sense, but cannot place words to. The force that flows through your every vein, and cell, and thought.
It becomes your words, your breath, your love, and your hate — blessing those who cherish it and frightening those who distrust it.
I ask you, my dear, to hold its magnificence as it is not as painful as you might imagine. A sting may wake you in the night, but it is so worth the journey and the craziness, the heat and the bliss.
That pit you feel will one day become so immense and full that it can no longer be contained. You can choose to cover it, or attempt to contain it, but doing so will only cause pain and melt away at your being.
Bring it up and out, if only for a brief moment – show it to others in small pieces of truth as it is safe and sound there. Those little flecks that shine through will one day become an inferno, and you will be free and fully in your power.
For it is only in that full bloom energy where we can know what freedom truly means. Don’t be afraid of it. Love it. Worship it. Feed it your full attention. Feel it, and be with it. It may initially taste like blood and tears but over time, with honour, will sweeten.
It’s a dance between the burn and the beauty, just like the mid-summer sun that scorches this earth, yet gives life to all. It will come, yet it takes time and practice to learn how it works.
Not too much, but just enough — the art of balance.
Mastering the balance comes with time, dear one. The flame is there. Keep it going, and please love yourself along the way.
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).