Petals and thorns...

 

This one has been a long time birthing in design coming through, and is my next tattoo to be....

The heart chakra softness of Rose, with the kickass protective nature of her spines. Petals n thorns.... 

'Petal' some called out in high school, life gifted me a few thorns, it seems. It's an energy I needs be aware of moving through and out...we all need boundaries, and sensing their appropriateness is a skill...

The dance between engaging and retreat and knowing / feeling into when to do which, with whom. Timings and flow.....synchronicity and absence of forcing or pushing....

Misperception, or strong intuition? This is a core skill...to build trust in our journey, the way....

But I ramble, like this Rose.....

Interestingly this design is a blend of both wild and cultivated Rose flowers.... 

Wild Rose Medicine Tatu Design...

 

Breathing With The Green...

  

As each soul enters incarnation,

Lungs open with an exclamation of being!

 

The connection to the green world begins.

Carbon dioxide breathed out, Oxygen inhaled….

A returning, that awaits…

 

In times passing, we gather and forage life.

Memories, learnings…

Belly laughs n exquisiteness,

The wounding comes, parallel.

 

Some never heals, forms scar tissue.

Gum tree, fire or lightning struck, growth tips present.

Alive, stretching light wards

I nod….

 

Embracing the fallen with honour,

Release the echoes of their presences…

Passed and past…

To feathered thermal rider type freedoms.

 

It seems some are gifted this acknowledgement?

Without denying any entitlement,

May the restless spirits be eased,

The too young to be gone, loved up in the ether. 

 

Wars of mind, body and spirit…

That took you, like a thief…

We that remain,

Breathe with the green….

A Balm for Shame: Remembrance

 

Can you feel the dirt on you?

Except, beneath your feet….

Words that stick and wound?

Except, from love, life fully expressed and explored…..

 

There’s no fault here…

Except, deep feeling and engaging….

Absence of presence, connection denied or distorted….

We are all within the flow truly, a remembrance….

 

Body used as a weapon against soul without permission?

Reclaim and empower….

Go with a gentle and kind touch where possible….

Or rage and cry, as needed…. safely.

 

Body used as a weapon against soul with permission?

Reclaim and empower…

Go with a gentle and kind touch where possible…

Or rage and cry, as needed….. safely.

 

Hurt, translator of heart…

It’s strength and capacity….to walk on.

Injoyment, translator of heart…

It’s strength and capacity…..to feel on.

 

Your reserves are beautifull, wild and untamed.

Name and reclaim them….

Shame doesn’t own you,

Invoker of an aspect, who lies with your wounds….

 

Offers them reflected like a gash….a 3^rd degree burn…

 

Allow the mending in…..

In remembrance of the child….

In remembrance of the elder…

Those within….

Those without…

 

Your shame is a messenger….

Name it, write it out in exquisite calligraphy, or song….

In whatever form, send it off upon a body of water with a blessing.

Farewell its companionship…..

 

Live on….embrace….