I Didn't Feel Safe

I’ve been shedding some skins. Layers and layers upon layers. Deep, dense, ancestral muck needing to be moved.

Shaking it off, dancing it off, sweating it off, crying it off, coaxing it off, walking it off. Writing. Grieving. Rejoicing. Celebrating. 

I’m celebrating cycles of death and rebirth on all different planes.  

These days of slowing down, in deep reflection, aligning with the season, with earth’s pace, has me seeing all of me.

All parts of myself that have been hidden, scared to be seen. For the first time, I feel safe to be seen.

I like what I see. I’m celebrating what I’m seeing.  

My inner voice is sweeter. My inner child is happier. She holds the golden key to my ongoing healing process. Holding her steady has me feeling safer to express, with my expressions emerging clearer, more deliberate, loving and accepting.

Grounded. Connected to the earth below my feet and the heavens above.  

My relationship with my children has deepened. Not liking the way I was parented and showing up as a mama was what led me to doors that needed to be opened.

It takes one person in the long line of ancestral inheritance to say no more. Enough.  

I am standing up to speak. And it feels good. It feels good to stand in my own truth and share from a place of connectedness.  

I speak for all my ancestors who came before me, who were driven from their homes. Generations of survivalists. I am not here to survive. I am here to thrive. Thank you for paving the way. I honour you.  

I speak for all of their children who arrived here earthside with fear and scarcity imprinted in their DNA. I honour this AND I honour my wildly abundant life and mindset.  

I speak for all the women in my lineage who were not given a voice, who were overshadowed and muzzled by the patriarchy. That time has passed.  

Toxic patriarchy must step aside to allow intuition and collaboration to rise. We ALL heal when we as a human race remember that all life comes forth through Woman. There is a sacredness to this acknowledging and recognition.

Cycles of death are needed for cycles of rebirth. Death and Life are closely intertwined. One does not exist without the other.

I wish this for all of us. To know deeply that shedding layers of skin and a certain dying of self is vital for your next season. Your next glorious season awaits.

~ Grace Flowers, founder of @littlelasflores sanctuary & mama, USA