I Am Not Afraid Of My Own Grief.

You see, my grief is a direct reflection of how deeply I love. And so is yours.
My love is powerful. And so is yours.
My grief is powerful. And so is yours.

I don’t turn away from it. I try not to numb it.
I sit with it. I ask what it’s here to teach me. I ask what it needs. I love upon it. And sometimes I even let myself get turned on by it. Craaaaazy, right? I know, I knowwww.

Are you curious what it’s like to not resist grief but to surrender to it and let it move through you? Curious how you can pendulate between grief and turn on at your own rhythm?

Curious to discover that part of you that came to feel? That came to experience it all? The part of you that can get off on the grief? That can make love to the grief? That can fuck the grief?

This part of you isn’t far away. It might seem that way. But it’s actually with you right now. Tucked into your granny panties or whatever you have going on down there.

Yes, yes, I AM suggesting that your yoni is the portal.

Who would have guessed that the piece of a woman that LITERALLY gives life and sheds death month after month is also the portal to locating their power?

How ridiculous, right??

XO,

Sara