When A Women Exhales...
There's a gentle, yet powerful shift when she exhales, and the entire Universe responds to her breath
Slowly, subtly, yet so deeply in our bones, we sense a return to embodied wisdom.
As most of the structures and systems we once knew as normal are now undeniably imbalanced and crumbling, this return to ourselves is necessary. This return is earth-shaking… and unstoppable.
No longer are we simply learning information; we are beginning to embody the wisdom that we’ve carried in our DNA for centuries.
An ancient code, calling us home.
Back to our body. Back to the center of our being.
Back to the womb.
The cries, the tears, the blood, and the legacy of our ancestors… protected, like gold deep within our cellular structure.
Awakening, coming online.
The world is finally ready to receive her. But she had to learn first how to receive herself. How to love herself fully.
How to be whole in her own right.
Because the world tried to stop her. They were afraid of her uncontainable power, her unlimited magic, her unshakeable strength.
A woman’s body will exhale when she finally feels seen. A woman’s body exhales when she finally claims space to fully rise into her power, her knowing, her wisdom.
When she is nourished and held by the earth, she exhales. When she knows that she is not separate ~ she is it. Her heartbeat is one with that of her mother. She breathes in every desire with each pulse of the earth.
When she honors the seasons, and the sacred rhythms within, and attunes them to the cycles of the moon… she remembers who she is. And she exhales.
She exhales more when she finally lets go of self-sacrifice, pressure, and the need to ‘perform’ and ‘stay in control.’
The woman can exhale when she can be wild, free, and unleashed. The feminine is not meant to be contained. Her energy is the very essence that creates life. And life must move within her.
A woman’s body exhales when she connects to the wisdom of her body and moves with her breath. When she slows down, finds presence, and connects with nature. When she dances in the rain. When she remembers who she is.
The mystery of a woman’s exhale is potent and undeniable. It is magnetic.
It is the very moment that life is born. Again, and again, a constant birthing of new worlds through waves of particles that flow from her exhale.
Every exhale is a new chapter when tensions melt and creation begins.
Year of burdens, carried on her shoulders, in her heart, within her DNA… bidding farewell as she finds space to release, unwind…unfurl.
This space, where miracles unfold.
Movements are birthed.
Where the Phoenix will rise.