Rather than a mantra of escapism, the out-breath could, if we allow it, take with it our resistance of the Shadow Goddesses; the dark emotions that ask us to willingly dwell in spaces of discomfort and pain.
I will play with honouring my inner Persephone, my own journeys as a Maiden into the Underworld, and look forward towards a transition to Demeter and Parvati, abundant mothers of Shakti and Initiation.
The man I loved more than life, has left me. He’s now the future father of another woman’s unborn child. With his ridiculous infidelity, he stole my dream. Belittled by his betrayal I turn to my demon.
We thrive in the void, in the absence of schedule. We find ourselves when we’re free from the heaviness of commitments when we feel allowed to move in whatever direction we feel drawn to — when anything could happen.
So I built a really big shield. A shield of shy. A shield of aloof. A shield of not speaking my feelings, my words, my truth. Because the things I saw and felt and heard were were not what a young girl was meant to think and feel and hear.