Something is awakening. Sleep is in short supply. Inanna is coming back from the underworld. The shadows are being taken out of the closets and shaken out in the light. A wound cannot be healed until it is seen. Change is afoot. We are in the last death throws of something that’s not serving us. Birth is messy. May we not be stuck in the birth canal to suffocate. May we pull ourselves out into the light, to be born anew, to scream, and cry, and love in the light of day.
Something is awakening
Something is awakening
Something is awakening
Something is awakening. Sleep is in short supply. Inanna is coming back from the underworld. The shadows are being taken out of the closets and shaken out in the light. A wound cannot be healed until it is seen. Change is afoot. We are in the last death throws of something that’s not serving us. Birth is messy. May we not be stuck in the birth canal to suffocate. May we pull ourselves out into the light, to be born anew, to scream, and cry, and love in the light of day.