earthchild

earthchild Jun 2024

The hunt

There comes a time when we must make a recompensing to the wild.
For our souls to sustain our growing,
we must first master the painful lessons,
and be guided by our own intuition.
There's power in our inner knowing.
Knowledge passed down through our mothers dna,
and her mothers, and all the mothers that went before her.
A mysticism in the matriarchal wisdom embedded within us.
Let their lessons be lessons.
Tread new tracks,
let your feet wander to new pastures,
forge your way through the desolate destinations.
For the pup cannot venture far,
whilst she still suckles on her mother's teet.
The time is now,
to show the world your feral teeth.
The bloodied fur of victory,
the reclamation of your wildish nature.
Stand boldly atop the mountain,
at one with your surroundings.
A mage of mastery,
a soothsayer of transformation.
The wild is asking you to answer the calling to the hunt.
Become one with your ancestors,
and serenade the moon with your synergistic songs of freedom.

earthchild Apr 2024

Black vanilla and whisky

She is sensual, soulful.
Like black vanilla and whisky.
Alluring.
Self-assured in her wildish nature.
No shame attached to her ****** expression.
Elusive.
Like smoke on water,
she delicately dances with the energy around her.
Hard to grasp but beautiful to witness,
she'll slip through your fingertips and take a piece of your soul with her.
Watch her prance in all of her nakedness around the corners of your mind,
for she finds comfort in her own skin.
A muse unto herself.
Art in living, breathing life form.

earthchild Apr 2024

The Morrigan

For consciousness,
first a part of you must die.
The ego must cease to exist,
Call upon your inner Morrigan.
Leave the carrion for the crows,
and allow the bones to carry you across the bridge between worlds.
Walk upon it barefooted,
steadfast with awakened tenacity and intention.

earthchild Apr 2024

Shedding

Sometimes I wish I could just forget.
Shed you like a snake sheds its skin,
but from within.

earthchild Apr 2024

Lions den

Our lips were destined to meet, with the Gods as our witnesses.
They had already foreseen our fate.
The lions den, a felicitious setting for two warriors passion to be ignited.
Neptune commanded his waves to crash at our feet, to join us, mirroring the intensity between our bodies.
The water that is a part of us both, wildly swirled.
Then as swiftly as a storm brewing can shift, it serenely synthesized into a tranquil lapping as the ocean caressed the shore.
Zeus' lightning tore through the clouds somewhere on this earth that night, which illuminated the electricity flowing between you and I.
It was as if we had known eachother in another life, another relm, another time.
And irrevocably were in perfect harmony, reunited, at home within eachothers embrace.
The way our minds effortlessly merged, the familiarity upon my lips as your tongue danced with mine.
As I dived into the layers upon layers of your energy, a synopsis, a sliver inside your soul.
My body instinctively and magnetically drawn to sink deeper into yours, to move with you, to be as one, to let you deep inside me, free to wander, to explore all that is me.
Bewitched by your brown eyes under the moonlight, I knew then and there that the Gods had designed me only for you.

earthchild Mar 2024

Wild woman.

The wild woman goes against the grain.
She holds her middle fingers up to the patriarchy,
redefining what it means to be both woman and wolf.
Her nonconformity, a rebellious act.
A liberation from the shackles that seek to chain her.
She knows her power, she finds solace in her intuition,
and in her ability to transmute energy with her bare hands.
Her presence needs no introduction,
silently she commands the room.
Her aura extends ripples throughout the forest,
compelling the trees to dance at her will.
One drop of her will send shivers down your spine.
Too much for some, but she likes it that way.
She prefers to watch the weak choke on her magnetism,
than pacify the world with a watered-down version of her woman and wild.

earthchild Feb 2024

Healing.

And on the days when I search for love outside of myself, I have to remind myself that love exists within me.
That my perception is skewed when I seek it through a blind man's eyes.
They don't see the battles I've fought and won, and the light that transcends despite the scars.
I know an unconditional love exists because I feel it in my heart.
The yearning to share it and have it reciprocated can be painful and solitary, but I have faith in the healing potency of love.
I will continue to be on this journey of learning to kiss my scars until the love seeps beneath them, sometimes imperfectly but always wholeheartedly.
I'll linger in that place until the laws of attraction make it a tangible thing for me to see, and feel the renaissance reflected in another's words, actions and the alignment that interlinks them.
Because I'd rather pour love back into myself than be mearly lusted after by someone incapable of loving me faithfully, and just as imperfectly.
This exploration has taught me that love is not something out of a fairytale, it is an action, and a choice.
Today I choose love, and I choose to be surrounded by those who choose love too. ❤️