This burning of ambition to support, nurture, hold the hand of and take care of the mother.
TO Awaken, Ignite, Reclaim… Her Pleasure.
Her Radiance. Her Juiciness for life.
This energy, I feel it rising, steaming.
To burn down the old way of burn out, exhaustion, doing it alone, depleted and deflated.
Not on my watch! Not in my care!
Bring me your wood log for the fire…
Branded upon it your miseries.
I want to hear your voice. I want to learn your thoughts, your feelings.
I want to hear the why’s of it all. Why you don’t have time, why you don’t have support, why you feel so stuck in your life, why you don’t have pleasure playing a staring role.
Pour it out until your cup is empty of all the reason, all the frustration, anger, hurt, the betrayal, the unfairness of it...