I’ve been exploring the archives of my journals and various note apps. and have decided to give some of those incomplete snippets a home here. I share them by way of an offering to the spirit of my circle work, and trust that the words may resonate for some, spark curiosity for others and maybe lead to some heartfelt exchanges in our subscriber chat. xx
The pull to retreat further within. To escape the noise. To no longer see the plagiarism of ideas, the appropriation of pain, the selling of shame. To focus inwards so that I may again reach outwards. To reconnect with my roots, the earth my ancestors walked on and worked on. So many beings murdered, so many trees felled, so many species obliterated. Oppression. Trauma. Colonialism. Exploitation. Patriarchy. Capitalism. How do we not sink so deep into the stinking mud that there is no hope of getting free? My desire to draw back, to rest, to be alone, a shadow of my many privileges in this world. I can withdraw and no harm will come to me. Or so I believe. The illusion of separation. Whilst one of us suffers, we all are suffering. “You were born for these times”. I think there’s been a mistake. I feel helpless, hopeless, under resourced and lacking the character that is required. And tomorrow will come. I will still be here. The whispers of my wild spirit will be heard, and I will heed them. For now, an invitation to follow the change on the wind as summer approaches, and to honour the sacredness of all. Then the time will come. The time when I emerge strengthened by my respite, emboldened by my visions, empowered by my heart, and held by my Circle of wise women-folk.
With you in Circle in these wild times.
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This really resonated Mitlé. I really felt the honouring of the many cycles unfolding. Much love