Affirm:
I am open to receive my gifts, your bounty, the luminous clarity of who I truly am.
Or ask for help:
Please help me gently open, so I may know my gifts and your abundance.
Please make me see my luminosity clearly.
For I am You. My finite vessel is how You experience infinity in finite form.
Allow me to make contact ever more deeply with You, the Infinity that I am.
Please make it easy for me to let go of what is ready to be let go.
This has been a potent year for healing my relationship with the Divine Masculine. Maybe someday I’ll share more of the mechanisms here. Right now, wings are still wet, as I gaze into the cocoon soup.
Or chrysalis soup, if you want to get technical, and prefer butterflies instead of the sizzle of moths on a candlelit night.
In the puddle of fresh rain reflecting the overcast sun or in the waxy puddle reflecting the flame, the Divine Masculine is not something I set out to heal. I couldn’t force it. It arose naturally as part of the arc of my life, like planets spiraling in sacred geometric form.
As naturally as the question arises…
What is my most authentic truth in this moment?
If you love them, let them go.
Sometimes there are relationships, circumstances, identities, dreams that grow outgrown.
Sometimes we’re small, pretending to be big.
Sometimes we’re big, pretending to be small.
Sometimes we’re straddling both those worlds.
When I was a little girl, I had a friend on the street where we lived. The friendship was brief. From what I remember, she didn’t have a lot of supervision, and I wasn’t supposed to go inside her house.
Sometimes we’re small, pretending to know more than we do, instead of embracing the unknown—the sheer wow & wonder of vastness of what we don’t know.
When I did go into this friend’s house, dark with mystery, there was an uncomfortable magic. She was so sure, whereas I was so curious and hesitant.
She loved her mother, as her favorite thing was to dress up in her mama’s clothes. I wonder now if her mother was alive. The closet was like a whole tasseled universe, tall with hangers I could’t reach.
Sometimes we’re small, pretending to be big—as girls dressing up in a walk-in closet forested with ornate bellbottoms or microwaving frozen ground beef and tasting it red.
The body knows before the mind, the inner rifts we outgrow.
The attached ego part of us may want to hold fast, while the body reminds: everything is changing, growing & receding all the time. Ebb and flow. Swish swish.
What is my most authentic truth in this moment?
Explore what arises, the serpentine flow of the its course. It will lead you back to gratitude, a grateful heart steeped in deep resolve.
Feel it all. Let what needs to go, go.
Honor, thank, and have reverence for the endings…
So you can receive the fulfillment already here and the abundance already coming your way. The cycle never stops.
In every ending is the dark spark of a beginning—as the rotted fruit drops and lays open its seeds.
What is my most authentic truth in this moment?
May this question be an anchor for you in your day, through ease and challenge.
May it ground you back into the sacred truth of your being.
May it take you out of the mind & into the heart—as holy breath re-cognized, unreachable by thought alone.
What attachments are dropping to the earth from you right now?
Let’s talk about it in the comments.
All my love,
Heather
We’ll be exploring endings, rebirth, and balancing the Divine Masculine through inviting the rise of the Divine Feminine in the Dasha Mahavidya Initiation that starts tomorrow, March 7. Want to join?
We all have the feminine & masculine within us. This will be a powerful transmission.