YOU CAN NEVER BE BORN ENOUGH

This is the pregnant phase of the chrysalis....both necessary and good.

But She is clawing at the taught skin of the cocoon....

Her electric wings suddenly too cramped inside the darkness.

This is the timeless way women midwife one another, by helping one another open to birth our truest Self....whether through clawing our way to remembrance or allowing fresh velvet wings to set us free.

I know this moonlit path in my blood and bone -- just as you do....although we have been darkly hypnotized to take our dutiful seat inside a theater of painful forgetting.

And now....the spell is breaking...the chrysalis is rupturing. Perhaps chaos, tender + wild, is here.

My invitation to you, women, is to open...heart, throat and thighs...to let it enter you like the dark rapture of a dangerous lover.

This way, its Wildness + Beauty become part of your essence (they already are) rather than a storm you sense you must protect yourself against.

This is how you are made new, again and again and again.

We can never be born enough.

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Women in circle is the way we set ourselves free.

Bleeding Gold begins tomorrow....if you are hearing the call of Remembrance, this is the final invitation.

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