She Rises: Remembering Under The Stars

This is not just a track—it’s a transmission. A whispered remembering. A barefoot prayer beneath the stars.

In this intimate spoken word piece, I share a soul memory that emerged under thunderclouds and starlight. What began as a quiet evening became a sacred return—to truth, to body, to purpose. A reflection on past life threads, present moment awakenings, and the tender in-between space where we try to merge the divine with the human.

If you’ve ever felt like you were walking between worlds… If you’ve ever used a glass of wine to soften the edges of being here…If you’re remembering how to rise even when it’s messy—

This is for you. Press play. Come barefoot. Bring your ache, your remembering, your rising.

Transcript

Welcome,

Dear souls,

To another spoken word soul offering.

She rises,

A remembrance beneath the stars.

There are moments the soul remembers,

Even when the mind forgets.

Moments when the rain softens the earth just enough to open the cracks in the human shell and let the light slip through.

I was sitting still,

Searching for Italy on a screen,

But really I was searching for myself in the echoes of another lifetime.

A woman who once walked cobbled paths with olive skin kissed by the sun.

A laugh that echoed off stone walls,

Wine in her cup and a song in her soul.

And suddenly I knew,

This love for that place wasn't imagined,

It was remembered.

I sat barefoot on wood that once lived as a tree,

Damp from rain pulsing beneath me like a heartbeat.

I looked at my tree,

My witness to all these awakenings,

And I listened.

Not just to the wind or the distant hum of traffic,

I listened to the call,

The one I can't ignore anymore.

She doesn't come too soon,

But she always comes,

And this time she came as me.

Not despite the wine in my glass,

But alongside it.

Not despite the soft ache of being in between,

But because of it.

It's not about numbing anymore,

It never was.

It's about holding both,

The pain and the promise,

The body and the divine,

The ache and the alchemy.

So I rise,

Not perfect,

But whole.

Not polished,

But present.

And in rising,

I remember.

I was never meant to be less,

Not here,

Not now.

This is the return,

Not to something new,

But to something ancient,

Something eternal.

And tonight,

Beneath the stars,

I whispered back,

I am here.

I remember.

I rise.

I rise.

Reviews

Casie, another beautiful share, that I could feel in my heart. Thank you for this my friend💗🌸🦋✨💖

This was absolutely beautiful💕 My heart grew and grew with each word!
thank you...

This is so beautiful. Thank you for this. 🙏🏻🦋🌈💜💫

WoW Casie these words leaked into my soul, I too could feel the call, to rise. I have played this twice now and will continue to do so, your words have stirred something that still lives in me that needs to be remembered and lived
Thank you. I feel blessed 🙌 to listen to hear your souls calling.
Lots of love, prayers 🙏 and light ✨️💖