Uncharted territory. The space I come back to knowing that the oblivion of endless possibilities is anchoring me deeper into presence. The road is not mapped, the pathway has not been tread down to the soil. I put on my boots and grab my machete to clear unwanted branches, bushes and fears from this relentless journey. Giving up would be easy, yet the journey of finding my way through gives me a harboring excitement. I was born to live in these in between moments. The shifting of seasons and challenging times. The warrior spirit within me knows that on the other side of uncertainty is a plethora of possibilities. Unspoken outcomes. Infinite resources, potential, and a great perhaps.

Who am I to let fear take over when I have the most high guiding me? Who am I to question the journey that is unraveling for me unbeknownst? I can choose to be a trickle of rain or the ocean, so why am I limiting the depths I am able to obtain? No more. No longer will I walk toward the path that others have trodden. I will stand firmly in the directions to which my compass points North because my ancestors watch over me. Dismissing all that does not serve me, watching over me, protecting me. I trust myself to listen, to be an observer. Like a cougar in the woods I am aware of all my surroundings. I walk quietly, I serve my purpose, I go for what I want without questioning my ability to obtain it. I don’t need others to follow along, I need others who will choose to follow their mission to serve the greater good of all. Doing their part. Listening to their instincts, their internal guidance, their wisdom. That is my pack. We are hungry for life lessons, opportunities and eternal happiness. We are independent yet come together and know our power.

Im journeying through the unknown so I may gather all that is meant for me. So I may be of greater service to others who are impacted by my gifts. So I may provide a foundation for the generations that walk this land after me. I choose to be sovereign so they too can feel the warrior spirit within. I’m leaving my trail as a reminder to walk your own path but know where you come from. I’m leaving breadcrumbs so my children may learn my truth and make their own decisions. I’m clearing the way through the darkness so my babies know they are not alone on this tumultuous journey. We have only just begun to unravel the mystery of it all.

Where do I draw the line when the tide keeps washing over the sand template the Earth has laid. How do I swim with the current when the undertow is rushing against my body. When do I learn to breathe in a world where they’re cutting off our source of oxygen.

I’m drowning and can feel my lungs filling with a new kind of life. The kind where I see my death as a reminder of the sacred and I humbly meld back within the earth. Her crashing waves hit shorelines and shape rock walls, accenting the cracks of a heart that wants to learn to listen.

I’ve stepped into a new phase of my being. More vulnerable, raw, unrelenting. Feelings I’ve harbored for some time making their way to the surface to be seen. Who is this womban? How have I transformed. Who have I become? The seemingly idle parts of my life now interwoven with primal instincts and thought forms that show me my ego had been dismissed for some time. Becoming a mother made me selfless. A part of me laying down on molten lava beds to become one with the Earth. Layers upon layers of growth by simply being. This is the work. This is whom I’ve come here to be.

I took a step back from needing to be someone in this world. Looking in the mirror I see a womban, honoring her role as a mother. I birthed a being into this realm. There is no where else I am to be but here. Present. In the now. The mind plays tricks. Making one feel inadequate or boisterous in an attempt to find identity once more. After years of searching for myself, making home within my temple, everything shifted. It brought me to a deeper understand and presence within this vessel. As I become one with the physical anomaly that is a body, I also began shifting internally. No longer knowing what my identity was. The complexity of hormones and emotions running through my veins sent me on another journey of finding my truth. Lost within the chaos of hopes and dreams that would now be placed on the back burner. I lost touch with who I became only to truly become one with who I was unbecoming.

There’s no way to prepare yourself for the immense shifts that take place within the human body when going through pregnancy. The physicality of carrying a child into the earthen realm is a pure transformation of the cells that encode our genetic makeup. It’s imprinted with the constructs of our DNA so we may be wired with the wisdom of the womben whom birthed before us.