Rumble
Rumble
Disappointment is what I feel. Took me
a few weeks, or days, or minutes
to name the feeling. A low grade
sadness lingered behind me for so long.
I feel it still, but with help of
plant, divine feminine guidance and
my coffee, I am getting into the
surrendering aspect of the feminine.
I am so chaotically resisting, or maybe
I am finally, gratefully, tapping into
holding more of the energetics
I wish to grow in me.
Change and growth are expected.
Seasons are rich in symbolism and, well
their seasonality.
I also am nature and seasonal and
cyclical. I change. I grow. I evolve.
It is a time of rest. Nourishment.
Not a time to focus on the lack or
failure, but a time to breathe deeply into
my body, my life. My goddess.
Calling her to rule and embody
with inspirational and joyful power.
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