If you came to sit next to me every story you told would feel somehow part of my experience.

Every day my heart breaks and every day I rise in pleasure.

Facts and feelings are equal, same, blurred.

Beauty is my spirituality, it connects me to Source, it is how I channel the everything more than myself.

Intimacy is the inhale, going deep is the exhale.

If you came to sit next to me I might never tell you I have had that moment with you already. I have felt it in my mind.

My suffering is a creation of fantasy and envy and these ache that things are never enough. Lifting from that suffering is connection with ordinary, simple, often over looked details of day to day.

All expectations of me I want no part of and they make me feel exhausted, including appointments and meetings, and then I get over it. Somehow. Sort of.

I get lost for hours watering my plants, moving things around, getting distracted by things I find along the way.

I fantasize about embodiment of archetypes, I dwell in the shadow, I need you to be the light.

If you came to sit next to me the way time and I process might fall to your shoulders and the hours that pass will lead to another meal, more tea, something with whipped cream on it.

I have no idea how or where I fit in, so I create what I need and pray you need it too.

I want to go deeper into who I am, what I want, who I trust I need to embody, and learn to hear and source the messages, the magic, the forward movement of my great big fantastical life.

I want to gather moments and self guide my Wildthing soul and borrow from you and flow with Spirit.

If you came to sit next to me, you would also be sitting with a circle of women who already adore you.

There are words that are imprinted from circles past, waiting to be whispered again.

I see you. You are amazing. I just needed space to say this. It feels like freedom. I love that you know. I felt loved today. It is total bullshit. I find myself in the stillness. I am struggling to change. I am sending abundant love to you. I want something different. It looks brilliant and brave. You are so damn beautiful.

As they do, each month of the moon's cycle eventually turns us into another year, another gathering, another beginning.

If you came to sit next to me there would be words fallen from magazines clipped and intuition found in the quiet of connection, of listening, of knowing that wanting for me is wanting for you.

And I do.


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