Communion with my blood.

Communion with my blood 🩸

I vow to open to you, and follow you.
I vow to see you, hold you, touch you.
To smell you, taste you.

I vow to let you fill me entirely, to flood me with your messages.

I vow to let you change me.
Like a powerful river running through my body, carving new grooves in the earth of my bones.

I vow to let you rattle me, shake me, crumble me.
Burst me from the inside.

I vow to give you space, to never rush you.

I let myself fall into you, trusting you will hold me, too.

Take me now.
I devote myself to you.

🩸🩸🩸

A piece of the prayer I said this weekend, in ceremony with my cycle. In reverence for my life force, my spirit, my goddess.

I feel like I’ve grown two sizes since leaving LA.

I hardly recognize her.

Instead, I see only Her. That thing inside me. The feminine. The divine. The vibrating intuition.

I’ve watched MANY versions of myself crumble over the last few months, disintegrate into nothing.

In this ceremony, I committed myself to something new.

And while the old patterns are still dying, and I’m sure will continue to rise and fall, I am also beginning again.

And in this beginning, I hold myself fully.
I do not shrink to be more palatable, or to be liked.
And I am slowly, slowly, following this calling into a ravenous, hungry desire that has been hiding for far too long.

❤️‍🔥