Times were dark.
Where to go? Where to look for guidance? All questions but echoes in the endlessness of a river in motion.
And so she wove her necklace of earth. Leaves telling tree stories, distant memories whispered in the wind, vines of delicate flowers greeting the rising sun with vanilla, bergamot and rose, small feathers capturing the song of distant birds so blue and shimmering in their tender, light dress. Earth Goddess. She knows. She recalls. Her heart's voice echoing in vast empty space. All one and never alone, her companion is trust in a future that lives in her heart.
Oh, if she could find a way to touch everyone's heart with gentleness and wisdom. Hearts engulfed in walls of protection, agenda and lies are untouchable. Who owns this heart?
Her voice seemingly lost in the noise and fanfares of an outside world filled with confusion, illusion and fight, she weaves nature into a garment so magical and light, filled with benevolence and peace. Never to stop the walk. Never to yield in her strength. In an onslaught of invisible attacks a warm candle in the infinite wealth of her being shines onto all timelines and times, all spaces and foundations.
Taking inventory.
Evaluating her own treaty.
Measuring her stamina and willingness to prevail.
Even if no one is listening.
Even if no one is truthing.
Even if nothing makes sense.
She is not going to surrender to the nothingness, not giving into the nameless synthetics of cold unmateriality.
Softly and gently leaning into the wind.
Fiercely claiming her being.
Sharpening her choices to arrows.
Converging opposites.
Yielding defense lines.
Embracing trust in an expansion of her heart.
So, this is what it is about?
The sovereign leading by choice? Alone? In the light of her being and body?
Motions in the inner world are unseen to the loud imagery of the artificial outside world where all the drama is set. These sublime choices are bold and brave and resonate in the flap of a butterfly wing. Weaving and breathing as worlds fall apart and crumble.
Make meaning. Create. Embrace the discomfort and confusion.
It comes with the fall of Rome and the rising of Consciousness.
She adds the golden shell reminiscent of water song and spring laughter. Yes, that sweetness of knowing that, somewhere in the weaving, there is the unfolding of a different tapestry. Love and kindness. Respect and nurturing. Benevolence and thriving. So lush, so infinite, so peaceful!
Ocean pearl garlands. Dew drop crystals.
What did I come here to create?
Exhale as the exquisite weaving unfolds. Breathing light.
Inhale and choose space of being that will, by intent, be the garden where birds and trees, butterflies and manatees and all creatures small and huge, also those forgotten behind walls of constructed history and tabus of ignorance and arrogance, will thrive.
It's your choice.
And so she weaves.
A web so strong and light that is carried by the pure heart.
Earth Goddess who sings the song of Beauty and Peace.
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