Rise up goddess.Breathe in your holy fire.Let it sear your lungs.Let the ache and the burn wake you all the way up.This is your uprising.Do you feel it?Right in the swirling center of you.It won’t settle for small and silent.You are ready for the spotlight.So...
It hadn’t been easy. She’d been through the fire, that girl, and lived to tell the tale. And live she did. Fiercely. Beautifully. With sovereignty and power and grace. Day by ordinary day, building herself a life she deeply wanted to belong to.
There is a girl she is wise and wary of flames but still, she knows she will survive the fire life scorches sometimes. She has been a phoenix before and every time she burns to ashes she knows exactly how to rise...
Do not judge your grief, love. Do not rush it or constrict it or attempt to corral it into something the world will understand. Your grief doesn’t give a sweet fuck about the rest of the world anyway. Your grief only cares that it is lived and expressed in you,...
It can be said that we are built by many things. Biology and lineage. Grit and moonlight and ocean stone. By fire and water and air. By the lessons of the grandmothers and the pounding of blood through veins and the very first break. The way it felt when you learned...
Do not try quiet my voice. Do not attempt to soften my edges or tame my prowl. I am inhabiting my wild. I am encompassing the dance. I am no longer burning down. That time is over. I am the white hot ignition. I am starting the fire. I am rising like...
yes, I have feelings and no, I’m not afraid of them not even the shadowy ones that you’d rather ignorei gather them inwelcome them home give them space to breathe and light them on glorious fire just to see what might be illuminated while they burn
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