The Feminine is finally meeting her pain respectfully. Her pain is her oldest teacher. Also the one she's avoided facing at all costs. Finally, she's putting her attention there. It is specially hard to stay fully present in it, and not run away.
Her sankalpa is to shift her consciousness. It is coming from a space that is much larger than her contractions. Her practice is to continue to breathe into her 'not knowing'. Slowly, as she experiences her dark, agonising spaces without resistance, it begins to take her through the dark allys of lifetime after lifetime of victim/aggressor existance.
And at the end of the tunnel, she meets love. Intense, blinding, golden, shimmering love. She melts into it.
On her journey back, she brings as much of this love as she needs, and repairs her fragmented life, replenishes her atrophied arteries, and feeds the cramped and aching parts. Her numb parts come alive, & her body begins to shift at a cellular level. Her pain body ~ a companion of lifetimes ~ begins to glow. The dull ache in her lower back begins to dissolve and with it, all her collected, calcified anger. The area around her hips and womb begins to soften. Every time she enters deep into her fear without defence, she brings more gold back for her body.
She is eating sacred food. Her trips for gold are becoming shorter, as the love comes closer with every visit underground. Her glow is unmistakable.
When she is done, she will be called love.

Sukhvinder Sircar

She Let Go

She let go.
She let go. Without a thought or a word, she let go.
She let go of the fear.
She let go of the judgments.
She let go of the confluence of opinions swarming around her head.
She let go of the committee of indecision within her.
She let go of all the ‘right’ reasons.
Wholly and completely, without hesitation or worry, she just let go.
She didn’t ask anyone for advice.
She didn’t read a book on how to let go.
She didn’t search the scriptures.
She just let go.
She let go of all of the memories that held her back.
She let go of all of the anxiety that kept her from moving forward.
She let go of the planning and all of the calculations about how to do it just right.
She didn’t promise to let go.
She didn’t journal about it.
She didn’t write the projected date in her Day-Timer.
She made no public announcement and put no ad in the paper.
She didn’t check the weather report or read her daily horoscope.
She just let go.
She didn’t analyze whether she should let go.
She didn’t call her friends to discuss the matter.
She didn’t do a five-step Spiritual Mind Treatment.
She didn’t call the prayer line.
She didn’t utter one word.
She just let go.
No one was around when it happened.
There was no applause or congratulations.
No one thanked her or praised her.
No one noticed a thing.
Like a leaf falling from a tree, she just let go.
There was no effort.
There was no struggle.
It wasn’t good and it wasn’t bad.
It was what it was, and it is just that.
In the space of letting go, she let it all be.
A small smile came over her face.
A light breeze blew through her.
And the sun and the moon shone forevermore…

— Reverend Safire Rose,