Don’t let anyone knock you out of love, Kid. Your gift is to be in love.
Don’t let anyone knock you out of love, Kid. Your gift is to be in love.
I touch my belly gently, cleansing with water, anointing with oil—feeling sweet relief and forgiveness bloom.
A reminder of your power, your harvest, and the dream waiting on the other side of upheaval.
Shedding old energies, I stand naked— washed in ritual, glowing with quiet transformation.