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A Nurtured Woman
Weakened by her own emptiness, she has no more strength left to pretend or put on a show. Dull, dry and disconnected, the shell of what was once a Woman retreats back to the forest.
She aches to be held and longs to be seen. With each step she draws deeper into the trees dropping the pressures, expectations and shedding the layers, masks and stories. With each breath, the forest air quiets her mind as the warmth of the sun penetrates her skin and softens her hardened and well protected heart.
She walks. Inhales. Exhales. Until her breath matches the the breath of the earth. Roots gently flow from her feet, and effortlessly secure her to the ground. Wrapping themselves tenderly around the roots from the ancient trees that surround her, the soil filters the lies and clutter from her precious body until only her original pureness and goodness shines through.
Surrendering to her own sacredness, never before has she felt more alive.
Deeply nurtured by the air.
Held by the earth.
Grounded with the trees.
She stands in stillness.
Breathing and noticing.
Until, at last, deep within her, a spark catches fire, erupts in her belly and spills over into her heart.
Eagerly drinking in the air around her, each breath fuels the flame in her womb as it takes over her entire body.
Releasing. She runs. Pushing her feet effortlessly into the forest floor, the energy of the earth flows into her feet as she is lifted into the air.
Captured and engulfed by her own flame she is consumed by her own glorious and radiant light. Opening even deeper into the blinding pleasure that pours into and ravishers her body, she surrenders the final layers of resistance and love pours through.
Reborn like a phoenix from her own ashes, she emerges with a familiar radiance, pureness and wisdom.
She is who she always knew herself to be.
Flowing like water and grounded in her own unwavering strength.
She Is a Nurtured Woman.