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.
WARRIOR WOMAN 