To be radically me, is a form of deep selflove and sacred rebellion. There is an essence around which my everchanging energy evolves. It is love. It is infinite love.
To once again fall from the stars and root into the earth in a way I haven't done before. Having no framework, just the calling of my essence, the humming of my ancestors, the lap of the sacred Mother to reside in.
So many times I've been questioning my need for retreating, silence, alone-time. It has been questioned by others as well. But that hasn't bothered me for a while. They have their own path. I have mine. Interconnected and sovereign.
Now I know my continuous call to silence is me beckoning myself to my place where the waters are clear and where I can see through to the deepest ground. Where I speak with the elements. Where I speak with animals. Where my dreams offer me insight. Where I am initiated more time than I can remember. Where my medicine brews. And where She, my most sacred me, washes over me.