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.

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

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.

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.

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. ❤️

365 days devoted to solitude,
moments to gaze upon my nakedness.
Flipping through the pages of my soul,
mindfully reading each one in braille.
A gentle knowing that there are many layers yet to be deciphered and explored.
A neverending tale of wonder.
How I blossom from a tiny seed,
into the tallest of trees.
Rooted in this journey of self expression.
The shedding, the stillness, the growth and the sturdiness in my acceptance, that nothing ever stays the same.
I will continue to change through the seasons of this existence,
and meet myself deeper time and time again.

Relationships take dedication, dedication to honour the soul of the one you're with.
A dedication to consistently show up for one another, regardless of distance and time.
Especially when things get tough.
When you truly value the one you're with, you'll find time to be fluent in their love language, to understand it, and to give it freely with no want or expectation.
I'm not looking for a part-time fling, a night between the sheets, or a convenient *******.
I want to build something with someone who appreciates and truly sees the depth of who I am.
A lover who wears her heart on her sleeve, in spite her hurts, her betrayals, her let downs.
Because I choose myself when the world and people try to convince me otherwise.
I know the magic my love holds, so no, I don't just want to be a moment in your day, a fleeting thought, a good morning or good night text.
I want someone who chooses me regardless of the circumstance, who holds space for me to heal my wounds, who shows up for me by loving and honouring themselves first.
Someone who reciprocates what I bring to the table, a you water me, I water you kinda romance.
Abundance, communication, consistency, devotion, growth, respect, and emancipation from the barriers leading to the heart.
These are my non-negotiables.
So before you decide if you want a seat at this table, first ask yourself... Am I ready to feast?