sacred bonds
Recently I attended a gathering in a jungle of Costa Rica. This was a unique experience and the first of its kind, for me. Surrounded by the natural energy and fellow seekers of love and truth and connection, I felt a strong pull towards embracing love and acceptance as guiding principles. The rhythm of the jungle seemed to sync with my heartbeat, echoing the call to love myself unconditionally and never waver. Amidst the lush foliage and harmonious melodies, I found empowerment to delve deeper into my inner self, tapping into a wellspring of wisdom beyond my immediate thoughts. Throughout moments of physical discomfort which I have never felt before. Heat. Fatigue. Insomnia.
In the midst of this transformative gathering, within the container held with profound intention, I realized that my journey towards self-actualization isn't just about personal growth. My journey is about extending a hand to others. As I navigated reflections of myself mirrored in the diverse array of women which I encountered, I understood the interconnectedness of all beings. Each interaction became a mirror, reflecting aspects of myself to confront and embrace. The intensity of these encounters propelled me towards a deeper understanding of my purpose. With newfound clarity, I embrace the freedom to make choices rooted in love and authenticity, guided by a deeper, more intuitive wisdom from within. With the divine feminine at the lead, I received the most meaningful downloads of my personal growth journey.
A return to the perspectives of my past is not an option. The only option from here is love - to proceed with love and acceptance. First, to love myself, and to never stop. Then, to embody that love and to help bridge the gap for others. It's my time to find my calling and to embody it. Facing myself through the reflection of everywoman I encountered, I witnessed exactly how powerful it is to be woman. How important a woman’s individual magic is. How easily it is mined and depleted and left in abandonment when sucked dry. Yet, as the cycles of a womb, how the magic repairs itself. Guided by ancestral wisdom, the womb returns us home. To safety. To ritual. How powerful I feel to truly begin to comprehend that now.
Among the profound connections forged in the jungle, none were as impactful as those with the women who walked alongside me. We held each other tenderly within the container of the jungle, our conversations worthy of a podcast, delving into depths rarely reached in mere surface talk. These women, to me, were more than working and camping companions; they were my mothers, my doulas, my sisters, my friends across endless millenia, guiding me beyond the crowning stage. Finally birthed and delivered into a world of clarity. They mended fragments of my past, showing me how I am destined to be bathed in love and wisdom as I journey forward. Their individual truths imprinted so deeply into my spirit, I can’t believe we’ve never known one another before. Few words were wasted. Each phrase held wisdom and love within it. Each conversation caressed my inner child and lit the dark roads ahead. Each fit of laughter elevated me out of my shadows. Each moment of play filled the deep ruts of my grief. Each long gaze, beyond my own comfort zone, accepted me as I always have been. Each bare-breasted embrace affirmed my womanhood.
Scrubbed clean in the river of truth. Sacred bonds formed in my raw state. Sacred bonds, which are now a part of my armour.
