We cannot flourish,
Bloom,
And be at our optimum all of the time.
We need to rest.
We need to pull in and down into our bodies,
To compost into the earth.
To allow the earth to feed on our bones so we can start our cycle all over again.
Allowing ourselves to mourn what was before allowing for what is.
So we can begin to piece ourselves back together piece by piece,
Moment by moment,
And make room for the new.
To allow the old to fade and be.
To give ourselves a moment in the liminal space,
The darkness.
To acknowledge exactly where you are and how far you have come to this time in the here and now.
As we allow for the darkness to envelope our whole being and our souls to rest,
Begin to find the beauty in the light.
No longer do we take the light for granted,
But instead we seek the light and take a moment to bask in the glory of finding the moments of warmth on our skin,
Or the moments where a small glow finds our eyes.
The reminder that our best is yet to come,
That the best part of our journey is yet to unfold.
And although the darkness swallows us whole at times and leaves us in a heap,
Feeling helpless and as though it will never leave.
As though the light will never come back into our hearts.
As though the light has been taken away from us and we will forever be helpless and lost.
As though we are looking for a light that might never come.
It's in these moments where the true death of what was occurs.
Taking a deep breath into the belly and allowing yourself to rest in the dark.
Sinking deeply down and exhaling out of the mouth as you pause here for a moment in time.
Breathing in and down and surrendering into this moment.
Taking in a deep inhale into your hara,
Womb centre,
To breathe into darkness that lies within.
Pulling you deeper into your body and exhaling out of the mouth as the shoulders move slightly away from the ears and the body is cued to rest.
Breathing in deeply again into the centre and pulling yourself inwards as you lean into it all and feel the words soothe you into this space.
Exhaling out of the mouth and softening into the body,
Maybe bringing in touch into the heart and into the womb.
For without this time of deep,
Velvety grief,
Where we allow ourselves to be enveloped in our own hara energetic centre,
Womb to compost,
Seed and grow,
Until we are truly ready to leave what was,
We will never allow ourselves to truly grieve,
Mourn and acknowledge the previous cycle of it all.
For we have to allow ourselves to piece ourselves back together in order to find ourselves whole.
These moments where we feel weighted down and heavy under this velvet darkness,
Where the stars do not shine and where the sun does not peak.
These are the moments to allow yourself to feel,
To feel the never ending waves of emotion that allow you to understand what is truly your desire,
Need and truly what you deserve.
These are the moments where you can lean into the strength you need to face the darkness and not turn away.
For those who turn away do not reap the rewards of being nourished by the earth as they allow for their souls to compost,
Root and start again.
And then there's the moments of hope,
The moments of light once again,
Where we strike a match and light the candle to acknowledge that light is possible,
That a lightness can move and wave through our being.
We begin to face the light in order to gently transition into the space we need for ourselves to expand,
A candle of hope,
As we look out of the window on a winter's night and refuse to turn away from the light that lies under the dark sky,
With the lights from the other houses,
From the stars,
From the moon,
The smallest of signs of hope and of others who are also within the darkness,
Finding the light.
As the evenings begin to expand and extend,
As the sunlight fills a blue winter sky and reflects the magic of Jack Frost's blanket,
As the trees remain bare,
Resting and in acknowledgement of what they truly deeply need at this time,
To emerge once again stronger than they were in their autumn with new buds.
As the sea,
Despite Jack Frost,
Breathes in and out,
Moving clearly and cleaning the shore,
As we emerge one step in front of the other under the weight of Father Sky being supported by Mother Earth,
We emerge again.
Perhaps we emerge for a moment only to be pulled back into the darkness,
Because we have not quite grieved all that was.
Perhaps we need more time within the dark,
At the window,
In the evenings,
And under the depths of all that was.
Perhaps we need to allow our bones to rest in the compost a little more.
In time,
As Mother Earth lands deeper into her winter acknowledging that spring will emerge in its own time,
We too will allow ourselves to acknowledge when we are ready to emerge from our winter.
Not yet,
Dear soul,
Not now,
Perhaps not until Mother Earth's summer,
But the time will come and you will have allowed yourself the time you need,
Truly needed.
And so you will emerge from your hara,
Your womb,
Your energetic centre,
Your cocoon,
To grip onto the branches in your liminal space,
While you dry off your wings and face the sun.
The sun will remain in your heart and your soul for a little longer.
You begin to move into a new space.
You begin to expand.
You begin to move your wings so you can explore all that is to come.
And at some point you will allow,
Again,
For the darkness to envelope your whole being as it always does because you are a cyclical soul navigating a cyclical journey.
It is an honour to allow yourself to die and reborn again and again in this lifetime.
Some do not allow themselves this grace.
Some do not allow themselves this acknowledgement of it all.
Some do not allow for the darkness to hold them their entire lives until one day it comes and as it does,
They did not practice what it means to rest,
Restore and compost.
So celebrating you for practicing,
Celebrating you for resting,
For finding restoration and for allowing the grief,
The darkness and overwhelm to come.
Holding you as you allow yourself to be within your cocoon for as long as you need.
Holding you as you allow your bones to rest.
Holding you as you strike a match and light a candle as this audio ends,
Reminding you the best is yet to come.
Holding you as you remind yourself the light will come and you will face the sun again.
