Hecate’s womb awaits all
With love to all the abused ones, for we are kith….
We have to walk back into the darkness of the pain and the hurt child,
take all year if you have to,
till the tears stop,
and then we truly emerge.
Your roots are your family, they will always be a part of you, your foundation, your DNA, your heritage .
When a branch falls from a tree, it is still of that tree.
Dig deep my friend, savour the void.
Inhale the smell of the rich rotting earth, feel it, for you are kin.
Bones, feathers, claws, shed skin and fur
Uncloak, unwind, leave unwanted shapes behind.
Surrender here at the Goddesses feet, embrace her soothing balm.
For we are all but one
Kneel at Her altar
Her dagger of ritual power
Midwife’s your potency
Your umbilical cord of
rebirth and renewal
Plant your new seeds in the light of her torches
Deep love, gratitude, forgiveness, the key
Set me Free
© Astarté Earthwise – August 2020
Image titled ‘Individuation’ copyright of Rosaleen Norton