if

any one of us

 

unleashes our creativity

our world

will split open...

Martha Beck

 

 

The Call Of a Goddess

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

My calling to return to my essence first arrived more then fifteen years ago. Called by its quiet whisper i began to experience my spiritual awakening as spaciousness, a state of bliss, a vibrancy and sweet ecstasy. 

 

Since then, many smaller life cycles visited me revealing new worlds I had never witnessed before. My body at that time began to have life of its own, a pace of its own I was not familiar with. Faced with mysterious fatigue, suddenly and out of nowhere, my life seemed to have come to a halt. The quiet whisper turned into loud knocking asking of me to become still, to repose and take slower pace.

 

 

For many years, I fought this new visitor. I was in a strange battle daily. I was seeing fatigue as illness, as chronic condition, as a relentless uninvited visitor.  

 

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It was during this time that Muse began to appear. She began calling my soul into more deeper and wider expansion of myself. Writing through darkest phases became my solace, a quiet spiritual practice, a balm that heals.

 

Through writing and brush strokes I came to the doorway of dark inner world engaging me with my own loss and discovery, pain and grief, and the visions of a new realms I was unable to define. My soul persevered, holding my hand through journey of unmapped and unknown territory.

But in truth, I had been called to return home all my life...

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Wise Maga

               Thought Provoker

 

               Heroine 

 

 

Cauldron Holder  

 

 

Sacred Activist