M O O N C Y C L E Week 4 {Deep Within}

The luteal phase calls our attention inward. If we refuse to listen to the messages that come from within, we get agitated, angry and upset. But if we take time to retreat and nurture ourselves, we are gifted with wonderful insights and heightened creativity. All we need to know comes to us at the right time, if we have the ears to hear and the eyes to see.

M O O N C Y C L E Week 3 {Let’s Play}

Welcome to the ovulation phase. It has the energy of summer – warm, receptive, playful, flirty, outward, nurturing, free and pleasurable…

Inner Movement

We are made of change…

Moving so fast
The trail you leave behind
Catches up
When you
Stand still.

Divine Imaginings

All gets revealed in the light…

Your garment against mine.
One.
Born into a body.

Love Language

Allow Love to Flow…

Control.
Option.
Command.
Or
Simply
Allow.

Let Me Blow Ya…

… mind… what did you think? Not that kind of girl… or am I? I guess we can only guess… why define me, when we can have so much fun with no walls attached to a box… Wide open, my mind likes to wander… enjoy…

major revelation: you are creating your own reality, for realz
woman silhouette with lily of the valley in the foreground

Receive

Surrender to the feminine flow…

Ask
Source answers
Relax
Allow
Follow
Your joy
Flow.

M O O N C Y C L E Week 2 {Creative Fire Burning}

Week two of our menstrual cycle signifies new beginnings. Suddenly, we have all the energy to achieve the impossible and nothing can stop us. Where there were mental barriers before, doors open wide. We are on fire, just getting warmed up 🔥

One

All is You… All is One… All is Love…

The perfect harmony of 
space and time
Reverie
You and me
One.

Mother Goddess

I am Mother Goddess. 
I gave birth to this world, to every single living thing in this Universe
From the grain of sand to the biggest Sun.
I love my children so much, for they are a continuation of me
and Father God.
We are contained in them, they are contained in us
An endless spiral into Infinity.
I am always here for them
Yet they have forgotten of my existence.
They long for my loving embrace
But they do not remember which is the way home.
There is a sacred doorway they need to enter
One they have kept shut for too long
The doorway of the heart.