In running away, I was allowing my complete inability to remain in situations that made me uncomfortable to stop me from developing emotional maturity.
The Grandmothers pull me down into my subconscious, where all my wild parts live. They beckon me to follow, with a single gesture of their wrinkled hands.
“Remember that there is beauty to be found in madness.The darker the night, the brighter the stars.The rougher the Rapids, the smoother the stone.The greater the struggle, the deeper the love.” ~ A. R. Lucas Addiction. It came knocking. And I, without thinking, answered. I answered ...
I am woman... who dares to love all with an open heart. With true courage, I embrace the pain an open heart brings, for its sisters are strength and growth.
The idea of being embodied is closely related to the reunion (or alchemical marriage) of the divine male and female within us all, regardless of gender.
People always tell me I am one of the most loving people. I love everything. I was once told that I love too much. That it’s not natural to love as I do.