Sharing is her deep need. It is soul food for her. It is not just generosity, it is her vital artery of existence. She loves to open her heart, her wardrobe, her wallet, her home, and her hearth to others. Her subtle channels or nadis draw deep from the earth and her invisible branches intertwine with others.
Sisterhood especially becomes a joy because of the richness of receiving and giving. She shares joyously from the fullness of her soul. There is laughter & rejoicing where she is.
Her biggest joy comes from sharing her soul gifts. Only then does she feel radiantly alive. She acutely understands that her life is not her own. Until she serves, until she touches others deeply, she has not lived. And as she does, the calcification between every cell of her body begins to dissolve. Boundaries dissolve in a great melting and meeting.
She offers the cool nourishing waters of her deep well to all who wish to drink. And when she meets like-hearted sisters, they exchange their gifts ~ a massage for a tarot reading, a freshly baked cake for a healing session, a knitted scarf for a music lesson.
She’s setting up a soul gift barter system that beats all exchange methods. Everyone is becoming richer and richer in this system, as she is sourcing abundance.
She’s going tribal.
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A devotional core is her natural self. At the deep end of her heart is longing and devotion. Longing to Source, Love, Beauty & Truth feeds her soul. Devotion is her spontaneous expression of it in the world. While the first nourishes her journey, the second nourishes the world. While her longing is her inner, unseen fire, her devotion is the revealed aspect of it. As her longing deepens, her devotional fire is becoming great melting pot ~ softening her and everything that comes in it.
She longs to connect & include. Her worship takes a million forms. Her vulnerable believing self has been often asked to fit into regimental doctrine, & sometimes exploited by teachers. Not any more, as she deeply connects to her core, her inner teacher ~ her womb temple, and unleashes her own archetypal spiritual essence. She’s connecting to an unexplained sweetness. You can see her now, joyously serving up more from this inexhaustible well. She is resuscitating her world quietly and powerfully through her powerful vibrational being. Her devout heart is relentlessly, fiercely loving! When she meets you, she deeply recognises and accepts you ~ just as you are.
Her devotion replicates god’s love. It is effortless & fun! As she moves deeper into her longing, the spark of devotion becomes a steady flame. When she gathers in a circle with others like her, the conflagration of devotional hearts is phenomenal.
Her awakened heart evokes reverence. Her balming presence is knocking open the door in hearts that have been closed for so long. Knowing her is knowing truth, beauty & love.
This time round, her fierce is in the front. Its her invincible suit of armour.
Her spark is turning into a blaze as she fully engages her spirituality. She’s fierce without apology. This one cannot be tamed & shamed. The fire in her womb temple is lit as much as her soul-fire is bright. She’s passionate about her reverence for life, earth, justice & truth, She’s taking a clear stand ~ she accesses it through her original wildness. She’s not afraid of the lightning, ~ she’s working in sync with the forces of nature. She’s the meeting ground of heaven & earth. She’s anchoring the new human within her.
Its becoming more & more easy for her to hold the fierce yet peaceful energy in her body. Many times, all she needs is to express it through her look. And her job is done. She’s answering the call.
Don’t mess with her Kali truth.
She’s taking the bad out of the word attachment. She does not know any other way to be. How do you tell a tree not to clutch the earth? She had never bought the divide between matter & spirit. Matter matters to her. She has nothing to renounce.
Her god does is not someone she’s never seen and who lives in heaven. Her spirituality is earthy, not lofty. It is succulent, not sanitised. It is rooted, not run- away. She can touch and feel the divine. She feels the pulse and presence of goddess in all matter. Her reverence for life is continuously building.
She’s so often awed at the intricate web of inter-connection that runs through every thing. Sadly, the web is torn and damaged in so many places. Her cords of attachment touch everything. Right now, you can see she’s busy giving love transfusions to all that is gasping for life.
She could be down on her knees in the mud planting bulbs, or at her laptop doing a tele-summit. Each is transmitting the same thing.
She’s the priestess of the Doorless Temple.
She is discovering the sacredness of her body temple.
She’s breaking the myth that the brain is the storehouse of all information. She’s accessing an immaculate mind that does not live in her head. She’s being led back into her body as the holy guide on her journey. Her body is by far the best information gatherer and store. It holds mysteries and secrets beyond what she could have imagined, waiting to be accessed. If she taps into it, it always reveals to her the truth she’s looking for.
With delight she’s discovering a new ‘home’ in her body ~ her womb temple. She’s reclaiming her sanctuary that was in ruins for so long. She is cleaning and clearing her sullied sacred space, breathing into it, meditating & chanting here. She’s discovering her womb dance & tapping into amazing levels of creativity & joy. She’s finding here a teacher & guide far superior to the ones she’s known. Living from here feels most familiar ~ it feels like. She’s loving the richness of this mystical, magical, juicy haven. She’s deepening her trust in this font. Simply by sitting there, she’s opening up sacred codes with the key of awareness.
The more regularly she visits her shrine, the more saturated she is with her own brand of wisdom. There’s something magnetic about her today.
She is holy ground.
She expresses her creativity through beauty. Her expressions are simple, graceful and attract the heart. She can make you pause and take a breath. An inward breath of beauty.
When earth, flower, thread, colour, food move through her fingers, they become fragrant with soul. There is artistry in her heart.
She imbues everything she touches with a soft grace.
Nowadays, she is often losing track of time, day, week and month. Her absorption in the moment, in her work, her art, her prayer is getting deeper. She is beginning to ‘lose time’ When she arrives back from her secret travels, she says ~ ‘I don’t know where I went’. Yet she knows she was in a zone where everything already exists.
Some day, when you chance upon such a woman who is deeply absorbed and ask her ‘who are you?’, chances are you may see a knowing coupled with a blank expression. There are no words yet to her knowing.
Sometimes she worries about going missing. Yet loves the sweetness of loosing herself. The more absent she is, the more present she gets.
She’s meeting herself in unknown ways.