Tonight feels like one of those magical nights ✨
Every part of my body illuminated by memory, I feel Akashic records play the songs of our ancestors.
Naomi reminds me that my womb is a sacred place deserving of healing more than we demand productivity of her.
Have we forgotten our wombs exist outside of her duty to serve pleasure to men and housing to incoming souls?
That our wombs much like our souls are holy and beautiful as they are for being as they are.
That human beings are precious with and without talent. That intellect and agility do not define a persons personhood. Nor does a bank account, career and any other form of labor be it paid or otherwise.
She reminds me that there is magic in the space I call my body.
That there is wisdom in my silence, healing in my breath and stillness in my presence.
That I’m allowed to relax because it feels good.
I’m allowed to orgasm because it feels good.
I’m allowed to live my dreams as loudly or as quietly as I please, in this space I exist first and foremost for me