You are made of the same as thunder and lightning.
Of the galaxies.
The centre of the earth.
Because of that you mend.
You live to tell the story.
The song of Mother Earth awakened in your heart the more natural you allow yourself to be.
Sure you change for every break along the way.
But in change you redefine your limits. You are deeper in on the path of the boundless.
You are free because you change.
You are free when you allow your heart to be shattered by life's beauty and tragedy.
Truly there are silver linings everywhere.
In knowing we mend, and living as though we do and will, we honour the stars that are dead in time but are alight in timelessness forever.
We are realising our light that has always been.
The dark helps us so.
You are timeless.
Say nay to the world of limits knocking on your door.
You don't need corners to hide in.
You were made for open fields.
Let the blood you spill nourish the soil, the soul of the earth, below you.
Leave the old, worn carpets you have gotten stuck to behind.
You can mend and you will again and again, as many times as your heart says is needed.
Believe nothing else for yourself.
Let your living be the thing that mends you.
~S.C Lourie, Open fields
🌀Sacred Wild Woman Medicine
Artist~ Autumn Skye Art