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Stop swimming. Sink into the ocean. Some days you are frozen no matter the breathing and dancing and fingers through inviting places. Some days you wish it was easier or that you never went out of rhythm traveling with no destination. Where are you going? You want to trust this ground shaking. When you’re bracing for something you can’t see, has it occurred to you that maybe, it’s me? The goddess felt in the throne of your body? Have you stopped to notice how sweet it is in the middle of the madness? Have you? Have you stopped to breathe lately? Have you let the warmth permeate your frozen limbs? Have you let soft tears roll down your neck leaving trails of salt and magic? Have you noticed when I write about you what happens in your chest cavity? Have you noticed your wings growing? Or your last seven lives gone by in an instant? Have you felt the phoenix rising from the ashes of your chaos? Have you loved me through all of it? Sometimes you love me so quietly I wonder about everything. Some days you put me in checkmate and I’d just as soon behead the whole army. Some days you won’t fly with me and it drives me crazy. The ground is tiring. Let’s take flight. Become a murmuration of starlings alive with a greater knowing. Let’s become mythic bodies, heaven sent, hell risen, boundaries burning. Let’s become too much for our own skin. I don’t believe in metaphor or coincidence. It’s all real, these words, these threads of invisible web, everywhere illuminated. Here it is, luminous breath, the goddess falling and rising again.
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Ooooooh, so rich and evocative!❤️
“When you’re bracing for something you can’t see,
has it occurred to you that maybe, it’s me?”
🤯🤯🤯
So damn good!!
(When I first read the title, I read “mystic baddies.” 🤣)