Warrior Weavings

Where Wildlings Flow came from an inner heartache from my inner child to be re-born. To be seen for who I truly am. To wear flower in my hair as an expression of my ever evolving seasons within. To nurture every delicate and deserving essence of myself, our world and the beating, wonderful hearts within it. 

Before we left North Wales, we embarked on a ceremony to celebrate our time there coming to an end. I had a profound visual whilst my eyes were closed. I was laying in a cascading river but where I was laying was completely still whilst the water was flowing around me. Whilst I was laying there I noticed deer, mountain hares and birds beside me. I was comforted by their company. They started gathering flora around me like bracken and fern. They started gathering them around me. I soon realised that they we building a nest around me. 

Then, I became an elderly lady. I was carrying a beating heart down to my garden. I dug a hole in the soil and buried the heart. As it was beating, the soil kept peeling away so I decided to sow the heart deeper and deeper. The deeper my heart went, the more grounded I became. I then woke in the morning to a flower I'd never seen before, bloom from the ground from where I planted my heart. Over night gold dust from the stars had fallen into the petals, and the stems grew all the way up to the stars and the celestial spheres. 

When I opened my eyes and I was asked how my meditation was. I described this vision of mine in intricate detail. I was asked what this vision felt like it was showing me. I feel like these moments in my mind were showing me that even when home is taken from me, everything in nature will always be my home and adore me by building a nest around me to keep me safe amongst the storms. And with my heart being planted, it managed to become more grounded as well as reaching galactic realms. To other worlds. To the labrinyth maze. To the womb. To my inner goddess. To my inner child as well as my elder self. To my own seasons and the ecosystem of my ever evolving soul.

With the world I am weaving, it shall always be fiercely with courage, gentle in heart and utterly vulnerable, wholeheartedly.