| There’s a silent beauty wrapped in the month of February. Perhaps it’s the love celebrated, glistening like dew, on Valentine’s Day. Or the rich fertility of Spring enchanting the land on Imbolc. Or the sparkling crystals of Winter etched into each delicate snowflake. Or perhaps it awaits our awakening of a deeper meaning. A remembrance of ancient times. When love danced in mystery and magic. Each moment, a treasure. Each facet of being human, cherished. When seeking to fix and heal was nameless. Where All is Love |
It’s been 5 years since I last posted this exquisite image of the “Goddess of Never Not Broken”, sent to me by my sister, Jill, during a particularly challenging Dark Night of the Soul. [Thank you, sister]. Before I knew how to navigate the terrain of the Underworld and Her elegance of grief, shadow, death and darkness (not that I’ve mastered it… or ever will!).
How do you feel as you gaze at this image?
Or as you read the name of this Goddess?
| This past month, I’ve been on a mystical adventure with Seren Bertrand, as a member, and enchantress, of her Feminine Magic School. Here is a link to her website Seren Bertrand. I’ve shared about her powerful presence and groundbreaking books in a recent newsletter. While there are no words [as of yet] for all that’s been coming through… I will share that we are on our way back to remembering our ancestors’ wisdom. Their long-forgotten treasure troves of sacred texts and practices. As many of you on similar paths are aware. For now, I wanted to share another poem which has come through for this month’s new moon. Sometimes when it comes to love and the heart, it is difficult to find the words… which poetry may capture. |
For the Love of Cracks
| My heart, like shards of glass. My mind, aching for meaning. My body, grasping for safety. Silence, my only ally. Stay. Right here. A womb of darkness envelops me. A stark stillness surrounds me. My breath, the only movement. My heartbeat, the only sound. Stay. Right here. Terror overtakes me. Aloneness shackles my skin. My hands begin to shake. My lips, an endless quiver. Who will catch me… as I crumble? Stay. Right here. My breath more shallow now. I barely perceive her rhythm. My body exhausted from fighting. And spinning the edges of sanity. Stay. Right here. But what if… I’m dying? Stay. Right here. I feel a familiar presence. A memory of long ago. A time when All was Love. And the weaving of cycles was honoured. My eyes gently open. As Gaia mirrors a scene. Of the beauty of her winters. Their harshness whispering secrets. |
You are in a contraction, my love. A deeply sacred space. Where ancient wisdom awaits. And a more powerful YOU will birth.
The present world has forgotten. To hold this place as reverent. They seek to fix and heal. Whenever they feel discomfort.
Though this is where the jewels lie.
Wrapped in the nectar of the cracks.
| My body begins to soften. My cracks begin to shine. Like the dawn of the morning sun. And the silver of the numinous moon. Their beauty revealing a language. That resonate deep in my soul. “The sacredness of Gaia’s cracks. Speak through her magical mist. Held in her garden of treasures.” And hidden behind a gate. My own enchanted garden. The lock and key I hold. A labyrinth and tree at her center. Where potions and herbs await. And nectars and poisons all welcome. Where wildflowers, fountains and creatures. All dance to a mystical hum. |
I Am Home.
| As you step into the new moon in Aquarius… What facet of you have you exiled? If you turn around and gaze at the ‘past YOU’, what do you see? How does she call to you? How might you gather her? Love her? Hold her as the most sacred part of you? We are bringing back ancient facets of ourselves. By weaving through all the lies we’ve been told by our overculture. And by reclaiming long-forgotten parts of ourselves. Our ancestors are with us. Both human and beyond human. We are not alone. We are intricately woven together. Remember! Your most potent magic and destiny lie within the most forbidden parts of you. For those who desire nature’s wonder to court you, here are links to my magical elixirs, both in the form of Gaia Wear, and of Essences and Collections. More to come! May you breathe in the image of the Goddess of Never Not Broken. And allow your own cracks to reveal their sacred secrets. |
| Celebrating the new [ancient] you! |
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Fierce Naked Innocence
P.S. I donate 14% of ALL proceeds from the sales of all my offerings, courses, and journeys, and split them evenly between two charities. Both stand for freedom. Freedom of expression. And freedom from oppression. One supports human rights; the other, animal rights.
My passion and life’s mission has been to take a stand for freedom of all. Both humans and animals. Knowing on a deep level, animals are also sentient beings. Here is a link to my website Dancing in deLight where you can learn more about the charities, my mission, and my services.
Thank you so much!
(Header image credit: Unknown)
(Second image credit: Vallenfine)
Sensory Portals/Gateways
As I share mine, I invite you to contemplate your own… in this moment.
I taste the Poison Path essence.
I smell the Enchantment jeweled body oil.
I hear the silence.
I see the naked trees on the mountainside.
I touch my throat tenderly.
In the Velvety Tangle of Chaos