a prayer for our mother

divine mother earth,



every layer unveiled,

I crawl to you,

my heart too heavy to stand,

you hold me in your truth,

no mind, all heart.




I know,

your medicine mends all wounds.



your wisdom,

a reflection of my own.



your waters guide me back to my truth when I am lost in the details of my humanness.


you remind me, i am here to rise in love - in service to the transformation and uplifting of all.



and that the point is to lean in. to touch grief. to allow our wounds to transform into wings.



may we all be held by your truth and unwavering devotion.



may we all remember,

we are already home.

in gratitude,

cal

♓︎


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