Womb Whispers

I long
to be held
so I can be
the full magnitude
of the woman
that I am

This came through on this morning’s womb-meditation.
I put my hands on my bare belly
tuned in with her and I asked her again:
‘What do you desire?’
I sat and waited for an answer to come through.
A longing to be held, to have someone hold space for my fire, my creation, by love.
A safe place to be devoured, to surrender.
Where I can create Life in my belly. 

And I cried.
The kind of tears that just flow,
where nothing is held back.
Your eyes aren’t swollen afterwards.
Just clean flowing tears
from deep, deep down
from deep pain
from deep longing
Shedding, feeling

And I am grateful for the oracle that is me,
the oracle that is my womb
Passed through generation after generation,
through all the hardships
She always knows
She is pure
She is wise
I am tuning in
and I am listening