Welcome Earth Child
One who has heard the drums
The Circle is a movement – for your Soul. It’s a call back to Spirit, back to our song, back to the sacredness of Mother Earth. Calling us Home.
It’s the drumbeat in your chest that matches the one beneath your feet. It’s the joy echoing through your bones that feels connected to the stars. It’s throwing aside the masks, the chains, the heavy shrouds of falsity that you’ve cloaked yourself in, abandoning who you thought you should be in a celebration of irrevocable love for who you ARE.
You are a part of the Whole. You are Spirit made manifest. You are perfection. It’s time to return to where you belong – the Holy Wild of your sacred heart.
That is where you rule from.
Leave your judgments and suffocating fears where they lie and meet yourself where you are right now. Meet yourself with compassion, and unwavering, unshakable Love.
That is where you rule from.
I have danced tirelessly with Love. And Love is always thrilled to see me, no matter how long between dances.
It’s your turn.
It’s time to let your magick back in.
You Are a Master of Reality
You Hold All the Power
You Are the Sacred & Holy Ruler of Your World
You are Divine
You Were Never Meant To Be Contained
Run Wild, Moon Child
The Lost Girl
Who started the fire
I know what it’s like to feel lost. Trapped. Isolated. I’ve felt burdened, suffocated and so very, very tired. I’ve clawed through darkness, frantic for light, panicked for breath. I have battled depression, anxiety, rage, hatred and despair, only to tear away their armour and reveal unhealed parts of myself, staring back at me, desperately begging for love.
But I had never been taught to love myself, only to fight to express my pain in all the wrong ways. I have cried, wailing, drowning in grief for everything inside myself that I was letting die.
And it was in my moment of darkest despair that the Goddess came to me, as she always does for her Lost Children, and said:
"No, sweet child. You are here with me, right where you are meant to be."
I knelt and dug my fingers into the richness of Her earth, feeling Her pulse echoing through my own blood. My tears turned to diamonds in Her hands and I knew a peace that I had long forgotten.
Because it isn’t ourselves that we lose, it’s our connection – to ourselves, to Mother Earth, and the divine thread woven through all things: Spirit. When you reconnect to this holy place inside yourself, you find all of the answers you seek.
It was only when I was able to accept myself exactly where I was, without defeat, but with compassion, that I could finally stop fighting. Instead I could love. And when I let love in, I could feel the music again.
And dance awoke in my blood.
This is where I rule from.
Listen in the mist for the heartbeat of the drums; the voices of the Wildlings, calling to the stars.
Watch for the firelight dancing between our shadows.
This way, little moth.
Welcome to my Circle.