Many moons, many thoughts

Not all girls are made of sugar and spice and all things nice.

These girls are made of dark lace and witchcraft and a little bit of vice.

These daughters are made Claw first and story mad Tiger roar and Wolf bound.

These Women made of terrible Tempest of savage storms and untamed unwanted.

These are the Damsels made of flawless fearlessness made of more bravery than Knight's have ever seen.

These girls are made of valour and poison alike. 

These Women are here to hold court as your Queen's.

Blessed be💜💜💜

“I am not lonely and invisible anymore.

I claim my birthrite as the fucking center of things.

I am surrounded by love.

I bring the healing and glory.

I am the holy power dancing.

Children light up when they see me.

I am loved and adored as the divine queen I am.

I spread miracles through the very existence of my body.

I am the embodiment of the messianic feminine. 

I have arrived.

And I claim my role. And my authority.

And so. The fuck. It is.”

So shall it be

So moet be. 

Blessed be 💜💜💜

“Women get more beautiful as they grow older. Not less.

Female youth is only prized in modern culture because it doesn’t represent as much of a threat spiritually to anyone who is frightened of divine feminine power.

As women grow and mature, they call in stronger forces of sacred feminine wisdom. They vibrate with the creative power of their stories.

They are more of a force to be reckoned with.

They see more, know more, feel more. They put up with a lot less bullshit.

When women are trained into thinking there is something fundamentally wrong with getting older, and are coerced into spending money, energy and power investing in ‘slowing the signs of ageing’, an enormous vault of divine love is lost.

Just think what would happen if all the women in the world started loving themselves even more with every year that passed.

Perhaps a total revolution would start occurring?

Much love💜💜💜

Some of us were not ment to be tamed...

We are drops of hope of wild water..

The women who run with Wolves, the wild & the flowers..

The warriors the witches & the weirdo's

LET US BE...

The world needs our WILD💜💜💜

The inability to receive support from others 

is a trauma response.

Your “I don’t need anyone, I’ll just do it all myself” conditioning is a survival tactic. And you needed it to shield your heart from abuse, neglect, betrayal, and disappointment from those who could not or would not be there for you.

From the parent who was absent and abandoned you by choice or the parent who was never home from working three jobs to feed and house you.

From the lovers who offered sexual intimacy but never offered a safe haven that honored your heart.

From the friendships and family who ALWAYS took more than they ever gave.

From all the situations when someone told you “we’re in this together” or “I got you” then abandoned you, leaving you to pick up the pieces when shit got real, leaving you to handle your part and their part, too.

From all the lies and all the betrayals.

You learned along the way that you just couldn’t really trust people. Or that you could trust people, but only up to a certain point.

Extreme-independence IS. A. TRUST. ISSUE.

You learnt: if I don’t put myself in a situation where I rely on someone, I won’t have to be disappointed when they don’t show up for me, or when they drop the ball... because they will ALWAYS drop the ball EVENTUALLY right?

You may even have been intentionally taught this protection strategy by generations of hurt ancestors who came before you. 

Extreme-independence is a preemptive strike against heartbreak.

So, you don’t trust anyone.

And you don’t trust yourself, either, to choose people.

To trust is to hope, to trust is to be vulnerable.

“Never again,” you vow.

But no matter how you dress it up and display it proudly to make it seem like this level of independence is what you always wanted to be, in truth it’s your wounded, scarred, broken heart behind a protective brick wall.

Impenetrable. Nothing gets in. No hurt gets in. But no love gets in either.

Fortresses and armor are for those in battle, or who believe the battle is coming.

It’s a trauma response.

The good news is trauma that is acknowledged is trauma that can be healed.

You are worthy of having support.

You are worthy of having true partnership.

You are worthy of love.

You are worthy of having your heart held.

You are worthy to be adored.

You are worthy to be cherished.

You are worthy to have someone say, “You rest. I got this.” And actually deliver on that promise.

You are worthy to receive.

You are worthy to receive.

You are worthy.

You don’t have to earn it.

You don’t have to prove it.

You don’t have to bargain for it.

You don’t have to beg for it.

You are worthy.

WORTHY.

Simply because you are..

Much healing light and love to you all

💜💜💜

May you never fall prey to fitting in. 

May you always swirl in all the directions the sacred winds want to take you. 

May you never hush your laughter nor your tears. 

May you breathe without restriction. 

May you show up every single day to the calling that is you and may you always know the courage of your heart.

💜💜💜

 If the mountain seems too big today

then climb a hill instead;

If morning brings you sadness

it’s okay to stay in bed.

If the day ahead feels heavy and your plans feel like a curse,

There’s no shame in rearranging,

don’t make yourself feel worse.

If a shower stings like needles

and a bath feels like you’ll drown;

If you haven’t washed your hair for days,

don’t throw away your crown!

A day is not a lifetime.

A rest is not defeat.

Don’t think of it as failure,

Just a quiet, kind retreat.

It’s okay to take a moment

From an anxious, fractured mind.

The world will not stop turning

While you get realigned!

The mountain will still be there

When you want to try again

You can climb it in your own time,

Just love yourself till then!

,💜💜💜

Let it be known

I worship the Goddess within me...

The one with tangled hair where insects nest

The one with blood soaked thighs

The one who crushes my concepts 

With her razor teeth 

And spits my mind into the wind

She shakes her belly to the beat

Of primordial passion

And feasts on the meat of ignorance 

She wanders in the garden with a basket 

Woven with the chaos of stars

She is naked

And savoring

Every petal and thorn

She churns the wheel of time 

And casts the seeds of manifestation

Without rhyme or reason

She is senseless and crazy

Innocent and free

Her skin is the color of heart break and 

Her eyes the sound of laughter

She takes no prisoners

She can not be contained

Or rationalized

She wont conform to my ideas of

What reality is

Or how things should be 

Just when I think I have her under control 

She takes me down

She will not be dominated

She always wins

She stomps to the beat and throws her hips 

She is the prowl of the panther

And the leaping deer of supreme delight

Her hair smells of tobacco and pine

She carries a knife in her pocket 

And holds a lily in her hand

She is pure in heart

She is the darkness of thunder

She is the undercover agent 

Of divine madness

Whose ruthlessness is the compassion

That severs my arrogance and 

Undoes my separation 

So that I may know her deeply

And drink in the wild radiance

Of her holy mess

With all that I am

I submit to her 

With all that I am 

I prostrate before her

Insane beauty 

She demands the death

Of all my control

When I am humble and true

She comes to me

“Dance!”

She says.

“Why aren't you dancing!”

I surrender all reason

She will not be tamed

My submission is my devotion

I have tried to control her

In 10,000 ways

Tried to seduce her into 

My happiness 

Yet she is the Grace

That smashes all hope 

And opens up the blessed wound

Of living

When I am exhausted and weary

She brings me to my knees

Her muddy feet

Are the altar of worship 

The palace of freedom

Where Joy is born

I love Her

This feral beast woman

Spinning chaos and tenderness with her 

Fingertips

Whose tongue speaks no meaning

Whose laughter is the rose

Of shameless beauty

Whose smile is the sword

That slays all striving 

To the one who can never be possessed 

Or contained 

I submit

To the one who is drenched 

In the nectar of Love

To the one who demands 

Nothing less 

To the Goddess of Reality

I dance with her because

There is nothing left

To do

~ Maya Luna,

When a woman finally learns that pleasing the world is impossible, she becomes free to learn how to please herself.

This life is mine alone. So I have stopped asking people for directions to places they’ve never been.

Blessed are those brave enough to make things awkward, for they wake us up and move us forward.

We weren’t born distrusting and fearing ourselves. That was part of our taming. We were taught to believe that who we are in our natural state is bad and dangerous. They convinced us to be afraid of ourselves. So we do not honor our own bodies, desires, curiosity, hunger, judgment, experience, or ambition. we lock away our true selves. Women who are best at this disappearing act earn the highest praise: She is so selfless. Can you imagine? The epitome of womanhood is to lose one’s self completely. That is the end goal of every patriarchal culture. Because a very effective way to control women is to convince women to control themselves.

Glennon Doyle, Untamed

"With respect for how you showed up on the days that unraveled you. The triggers that challenged you and the moments that crushed you. 

With appreciation for the time spent with the people who felt like home. For the nature and animals that soothed you and the peace that held you. 

With recognition for the progress you’ve made. At times leaping and levelling up in ways you’d never expected, but also for the days when you held yourself through the fear and anxiety, the overwhelm and the exhaustion. 

With relief that you started to listen more openly to the body that was teaching you what needed to change. To the thoughts that were controlling you and needed to evolve. To the emotions that were revealing to you what was ready to be healed. 

With love for the life you’re creating for yourself so happiness can thrive, and the challenging decisions you made to honour this sacred heart commitment. 

With acknowledgment for what you learned, what you lost and how it changed you. 

With humility to what you’ve witnessed and the stories you’ve held space for. The progress you made as you moved on, moved through and moved up. For the light inside that never stopped endlessly guiding you home to yourself. 

With humour for the craziness of it all and the laughter that broke the silence and flooded light into the heaviness. 

With acceptance of the miracles, so many beautiful tiny heart filled blessings that brought richness and meaning and connection and joy. 

How it’s changed you this assortment of mutable days and extraordinary moments all tied together with hope and love and endless courage."

Healing Love Flows....

Wicked💜