Luscious Soulful Beauty- and a heart delivered by the wild sea. February 10, 2014
Dear Luscious
Soul,
I want to talk newly about body, soul, beauty, and love.
And age.
And the gorgeous wisdom that grows from living our years.
I don't yet know exactly what this means, but finding myself on the new and raw edges of my 50's, it promises to change the essential terrain of my being. I can feel it down deep, deep, deep down through my bones, bubbling up from the dreams and misty reflections of my subtle energies.
The misty, foggy, forming places can be murky. It has me stumbling a bit. All energy and shifting sand, not too much of anything to hold
onto. It is all too easy to wait until things get clear to move forward, and often that is what is necessary.
And yet, sometimes, the only way through the murky place is to dive head long into it, trusting the mists
will lift along the way.
This is never more true than when the Wild Feminine comes to call.
She howls at the moon inside my sleep, waking me. Not
letting me sleep until I do her bidding. She confronts me on the scale, in the dressing room, in the mirror.
So I bow down.
I release into her, follow her to lead even though my waking eyes can not see the path clearly.
I am here on this side of the veil. The emerging conversation she guides me to on the other. Forming.
Finding its way towards me as I find my courage to give it voice.
The snippets I know right now: * It starts with kindness and respect.
* It is about feeling and allowing, about letting go and saying no.
* It touches on style and expression; the power of adornment as sacred
ritual.
* It allows space for being lazy and just not wanting to, along with frightened and unsure.
And, oh yes! It includes the rage and fury of power too long
denied.
Also:
* Sovereignty, lineage, inheritance, and choice.
* Tears and mud, grit and fire.
* Presence guided by holy whispers so loud you know they are Truth.
* Settling in, cozying up.
* Pleasure- rich, skin melting, scarlet flowing, pleasure.
* Embodiment and the healing power of our flesh; the raw and tender dominion of our female animal.
There is Grace found as we make our way through the years and decades held by a body and mind that tracks the journey.
It is and I am ripening, filling, forming as I speak this new conversation into form.
More to come...
Sandi
