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Sovereign woman, feral mother-

Tender like the soft, dark underbelly of the mountain

Sharp tongued, fire breathing dragon.

Her no as sacred as her full bodied yes,

perhaps more so as time sprawls on.

Sovereign woman, feral mother

Bare feet on damp Earth,

paw prints in the mud, clawed and four footed.

Love sweet and sticky like licking the comb straight from the hive,

fierce and protective like the sting that follows.

Sovereign woman, feral mother

snout pointed skyward,

howls both her sorrows and joys-

both are equally deserving of singing about.

Made up of milk and blood,

fur, skin and bone

ancestors prayers and soul birds embodied.

Sovereign woman, feral mother

continuously dying and birthing.

Tending to the bones and worshipping

at the altar of new life.

Sovereign woman, feral mother

holding both the roots of the ether,

and gripping fistfuls of heaven’s cloud dust,

both precious and eager to be held by one who can shoulder them

Sovereign Woman, Feral Mother.

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These foggy morning turned sun drenched orange and yellow autumn days have me feeling incredibly tender. October is such a magical month; that liminal space between the last kiss of summer and the bone deep cold of winter. The veil is noticeably getting thinner and it seems like the time of the year that Spirit is speaking the loudest. Right now I’m beginning to feel that pull to look inward and tend to my heart-going into the cave for the cold months. In this time I find myself wondering, what medicine wants to be birthed through me and how should it be shared with the world? One way I think is to share more of myself; not the superficial social media bullshit, but the real, no fluff, no masks to hide behind, true north truth of myself. Sharing my writing even with a close friend has always felt nerve racking, so posting it on social media for all eyes to see feels akin to standing naked in front of an audience. I think at this point in my life, I ultimately feel like following the fear and overcoming it is the only way to expansion, so that’s the thread I’m chasing.

Shared from my Instagram page, @mama.laloba

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Eliienkind on Instagram / Etsy

What is there to do with all of the pain in the world?

I want to dig my fingers deep into the soil of the soul where it lies underground and hold it in my hands up to the light.

Cradle it like a dear child in the crook of my arm,

place it close to the warmth of my chest,

Thaw what was tucked away in the depths in the soft glow of a heart’s fire.

Bring all to the surface so it can finally be seen,

touched, felt.

I would wrap it in soft crow feathers, purple heart ease flowers and melissa leaves.

Give it a place to rest in the belly of a mountain,

give thanks for all its hard earned lessons.

You were always meant to be honored.

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Ein Polar wolf im Wolfspark Werner Freund in Merzig Saarland by Dominik Kruppert

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Charles Bukowski, “The Bluebird”

My heart is a forest burning, still hot with ember and flame. Wild creatures have gone to ground, all stand still and quiet as the likeness of the summer sky, prefacing the mighty blow of thunder and rain. Where there were once butterflies and soothing whispers of leaf and wind, there now lies stone and a darkness as deep and dark as my morning cup of coffee. In the midst of ash and warm glow, the wolf in the forest of my heart stands as a spectre of former glories. Trouble etched into the very fabric of her being, but still stitched together with purpose. Eyes ablaze and hackles raised, this time she howls for the sun.