Maybe it’s the darkness creeping in this time of year—or the deep personal work I’ve taken up as of late.

I feel a subtle, yet undeniable shift. Inside—and outside.

It’s palpable—heavy and sweet on my tongue. It hurts, it’s utterly joyous. It’s so freakin’ real.

I feel like I’m giving birth to myself.

The sun shines high and mighty in Scorpio, urging me to go deeper, deeper, deeper—and look in all the places I never wanted to look.

So that’s where I’ve been looking.

My body has become my compass—in following her wisdom, she has shown me the light in the form of excruciating shadow memories I needed to face so I can heal. Memories of pain and abuse and all the really tough things I thought I’d dealt with, but never actually did.

It’s hard. But as I drudge this stuff up from the shakiest depths of my heart, I see that there is an entirely new way of being that this healing offers me.

A way of being where I honor myself in a rich, multifaceted way. A way of being where every breath isn’t laced with an apology, but a gentle, genuinely affirming, “Hell yes. Here I am.” A way of being where I am not afraid to take up space or speak my truth or love myself—but where these things are my life, my wishes come true, my destiny.

It’s like learning to live all over again.

And I’m getting to the part I missed the first time—learning to take care of myself. Gently. Sweetly. Fiercely. Patiently.

This becomes my practice. Day in and day out, for the rest of my life.

I marry to it, I give myself over to it.

I cup my hands over my heart and summon all the strength I have and give it— for once, not to someone else—but to myself. For then, only then, can I benefit the world in a truly meaningfully way.

So I dedicate this poem to your goddess heart and mine. If you’re struggling or shining, this is for you. If you’re downtrodden or crumpled, vibrant or covered in tears and utterly exhausted—this is for you.

Because I believe that what makes us goddesses is not in trying to be superwoman, but in being terrifically human.

Vulnerable. Scared. Raw. Uncertain. Ripped wide freakin’ open. Learning from the darkest edges of our mistakes. Filled with tears and joy, overflowing with heart and emotion and healing.

That’s where all the juiciness is—the magic.

Let us deepen our self-care practice and breathe new life into it.

Let us more than care—let us honor ourselves like the (oh-so human) goddesses we truly are.

~

Hello beautiful—

Did you forget?  

That’s what you are.

And I don’t just mean physically.

Sure,

Our curvy thighs, bombastic butts, luscious lips, wrinkles and cellulite

Are epic and worthy of the loudest praise—

But I mean our souls.

Our passion, our fire, our intuition, softness and courage.

I mean our souls—

The things we dream about, the things we create out of the blistering magic inside us, the things that light us up in a symphony of goosebumps

As dormant cells ignite in our bones and make us come madly alive…

Do those things.

Be that fantastic gushing river of flowing feminine life.

Be it—

Move.

Dance and shake

Let loose until you feel ecstasy rising like waves in your heart

And your troubles melting away like drops of sweat dribbling down your skin.

Feel what it means to be in that luscious body of yours

It’s not perfect, but it’s powerful.

Own, harness and hone that power.

Feel it. 

Let the wind whisper wildly through your hair, revealing your entire face—

Be seen.

Sing out

Let the vibrations of your voice carry through every emerald forest in the entire world

Cry

And let the tears spill on every withered lily in the universe.

Hold yourself tight

And let go of everything you don’t need anymore.

You are not perfect, but you are powerful.

Honor yourself, great, wise, suffering, smiling, crying, rising goddess.

Love

To that gushing ruby heart of yours.

It glistens in the sunshine.

So go outside!

Let light seep into your darkest, most broken open places

And transform that crusty, old pain into bouquets of truth-soaked flowers.

Be not at all ashamed

Of any thing you feel.

Because this is for you.

So rest. Recline. Sit still. Pull back.

Give to your own heart. 

Do what often feels like the scariest thing in the world—

Say,

“I need help.”

Receive it without a trace of guilt.

Open your mouth wide

Never shut it again—

Speak your needs clearly, with a fierce and gentle tongue.

Write out your truth in a tornado fury of fantastic scribbling

And show it to everyone

Or exactly no one,

Except your own heart.

Take care— 

Take the morning off work

Slip into a bubble bath with the most scrumptious bubbles ever 

Light at least 10 candles 

And stay there for what feels like an amazing eternity.

Just be.

Find what it means to do nothing but breathe.

Then

Call your best friend

And laugh deep belly laughs for an hour.

Play.

Let go.

Hold on.

Trust

Your Self

Most of all.

You are a woman, a genuine flesh and blood goddess—

So treat your succulent self like one.

The universe itself swells and unfurls inside of you

You are Winter, Autumn, Summer and Spring

All at once.

Honor it.

Every moment of every day.

Being a woman isn’t just a word—

It’s a groundbreaking, pleasurable, glorious and painful experience

Of accessing our innate knowing…

So,

If you’re tired—

Rest

If you’re hungry—

Eat

If you’re thirsty—

Drink

Listen to your body. 

Make fiery, passionate love and delight in the feeling of roaring pleasure

As your lover caresses every inch of your glowing masterpiece form

Then,

Sing to the sky as you explode into a wild orgasm that shakes every tree.

Be utterly free.

Listen to your body,

She has all the wisdom you ever need.

She is Great Nature herself,

Flowering, constantly growing and grounding

All in absolutely perfect time, 

Like you. 

Body, heart, spirit and mind—

So,

Honor yourself

As the sensual and wise

Goddess

You really are.

Because you don’t just deserve

To barely make it through the day

You deserve to be

Radiant. 

Happy. 

Magnificently alive. 

Deeply fulfilled

Gushing truth

And glorious wisdom

Sitting in the throne center of your power. 

Oh yes—

Take amazing care of yourself, dear goddess 

And let your entire life

Grow from that. 

You’re magic. 

Mostly because you’re so fantastically human. 

~

 

Author: Sarah Harvey            

Image: Unsplash

Editor: Yoli Ramazzina