Your body is your impermanent landscape, forever changing — erupting, eroding into the sea.
And what does that place say to you?
Does it bring you a sense of calm?
Do you feel safe in your own skin?
Do you feel like you’re vibrating? Because you are — you’re constantly changing form.
And what are you becoming?
Are you a peaceful river?
Are you a volcano?
Are you a stormy sky in the black of night?
Are you everything at once?
Are you your own universe, crashing through life and colliding with other universes in a beautiful and deadly dance of stars?
What does your universe say to the universes it dances with?
Are you red and explosive?
Are you blue?
Motherhood makes that universe an ice age in a burning forest — in a 24-hour cycle, over a year, over a lifetime.
That’s how it feels for me.
And I can’t help but know that there are others who feel the same.
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May 27, 2026 at 3:23 PM UTC
Your body is your impermanent landscape, forever changing — erupting, eroding into the sea.
And what does that place say to you?
Does it bring you a sense of calm?
Do you feel safe in your own skin?
Do you feel like you’re vibrating? Because you are — you’re constantly changing form.
And what are you becoming?
Are you a peaceful river?
Are you a volcano?
Are you a stormy sky in the black of night?
Are you everything at once?
Are you your own universe, crashing through life and colliding with other universes in a beautiful and deadly dance of stars?
What does your universe say to the universes it dances with?
Are you red and explosive?
Are you blue?
Motherhood makes that universe an ice age in a burning forest — in a 24-hour cycle, over a year, over a lifetime.
That’s how it feels for me.
And I can’t help but know that there are others who feel the same.
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