Sisters and aunties and mamas, I invite you to come sit with me to express your pain.
Recognize the tricks in your mind and allow generation's old traumas of your grandmothers and mothers and sisters and daughters...
...let them all move through you so your heart can dance freely.
Be brave, be you!
Feel it all in the safety of this beautiful intimate nest, a place where you can sob, you can laugh, and you can rage, as long and as often as you need to!, so you may radiate the colors of your personal palette, delightfully free!
Brothers and uncles and daddies, I invite you to come sit with me to cry your tears, set down your spears, and recognize your ancient fears.
Let generation's old traumas of your grandfathers and fathers and brothers and sons...
...let them all move through you so your consciousness can rest peacefully grounded in the present moment, and be set free.
Be brave, be you!
Feel it all in the safety of this warm, intimate nest; a place where your heart can be nurtured as long and as often as you need it to, so you can be nourished in the world, while you craft your gifts and give them, joyously.
May we all serve the world in our hearts and souls, with love and freedom.
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