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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