Equal parts sugar, sass and blow it the fuck up as necessary. Shadow side. Dark side. Let her wield for good, evil or pureness of BEing.
We’re here to learn. To love. To explore and adventure. And sometimes things burn in our wake. My sweet friend, I hear her words now — be careful of your wake. Yes, love, and sometimes the wake of a wild woman rising knows no boundaries and must simply create explode expand and burn it all to the ground.
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Coming back from Burning Man 2017, stepping into Sweat-Prayer Lodge with my teacher, he tried to look into my heart to see what was happening. Door slam. Fire. Dancing. That is all he would see. And, that’s what he spoke to.
She threw up the wall. She protected me. I was claimed. Hers. We were dancing in this process together. She protected me during the journey. Her and I. Wild goddess rising.
Blowing up my life. Again. And. Again. Ex-fiance. Ex-husband. Ex-partner. Cities. Jobs. Shift. Shift. Shift. Spin. Spin. Spin.
There is a fire and a momentum deep inside of my being that propels me forward. That knows when something is off. That feels when it’s time to go long before I’m ready to go.
Are you listening? Can you hear the bells on her ankles? Can you see her all charming? Can you see her sharp smile? She is the creatrix and the destroyer, and she burns down everything in her way.
I feel guilt. I feel frustration. I feel freedom. Wild, expansive freedom. Like a phoenix rising from the ashes. Like a wolf running across the open forest floor. Like a red tailed hawk soaring above the field in search of her prey. Open. Receive. Relax.
I have re-written my life again and again in small ways and in monumental ways. So it goes. So we are. So we become. Through trial and fire. Through goddesses commanding our spirits to rise. Rise sweet sister though you know not why you are called — you are called. Step into your power and into your full expression of being. You are never too much. You are always expanding, breathing, exploding into you. Allow the fire to breathe and consume what it needs to grow.
Wildfire. Kali Ma. Great Kali. Equal parts creator and destroyer. Artemis. Goddess of the hunt and wisdom. Protect me and guide my arrow. Give me clear vision and sight of the hawk. Create the pile of tinder. Strike the flint. Light afire. Let it burn.
For more self-study, The Urban Howl recommends The Universe Has Your Back: Transform Fear to Faith.
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