It seems that I have traded fire, flames and chaos for the rich, dark soil of the earth. Im not sure about living in the earth, putting my feet deeply into the soil. For years, I have floated in the hot emotion and chaos of flames. I have learned how deeply I can love the flames, feel it scorch my skin and burn my hair while not turning to ash.I became a fire swallower, a fire lover, and a place where the fire could come to burn. But not now. In this moment, there is a slowing down, but a deep richness that I feel as I slowly move deeper into the soil. A letting go of rubbish that is slowly turning into compost around me. Seeds tickle my toes. Flowers open their petals ever so slowly. There is no rush when you are a creature of the earth. She moves in her own good time. The flame is out. And I have escaped alive to find myself lying softly in the arms of Gaia. Blessed be. Turning the compassion and love on myself - and sinking even deeper into the cool rich fertile ground that wishes to love me.
Posted on: Wed, 30 Jul 2014 14:18:00 +0000
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