The holding of sacred ceremonial space for women is a profound honor and joy. Engaging in these deep practices feels like it is a true soul calling. It nourishes a very sacred aspect of my being, the aspect that longs to be reunified with the divine wisdom and ecstasy of spirit.
When we take the time to anoint the self and step into the flow of the wild beauty of spirit, it is a most profound and humbling experience.
How could we hate ourselves for our darkness, when we see it is but a shadow of an immense light?
How could we bury the most beautiful aspects of the self, the wild rose of the soul, and keep that wild beauty cut off from the forest of our being? The exile of the divine queen.
When we engage the language of soul, when we enter into the archetypal and spirit realms, we begin to see the long and winding journey through the wilderness that each of us has been on.
The wild woods of the psyche, the deep and sacred ancestral soul wells, the divine crown of the sun.
Sometimes we weep with sadness, sometimes we laugh with joy.
And we begin to hear the melancholic voice that has been calling each of us home, eternally.
What an incredible and exquisite journey.
Blessed Summer Solstice