“The very word erotic comes from the Greek word eros, the personification of love in all its aspects - born of Chaos, and personifying creative power and harmony. When I speak of the erotic, then, I speak of it as an assertion of the lifeforce of women; of that creative energy empowered, the knowledge and use of which we are now reclaiming in our language, our history, our dancing, our loving, our work, our lives.” - Audre Lorde
Anytime I meet another woman with Italian ancestry and a wild fire in her heart for liberation and revolutionary love, I know we’re going to light it up when we connect. In today’s episode of Mother of the Sword (perfect) for the full moon in Taurus, we discuss all things decolonization, creating curiosity and community care with Rev. Briana Lynn (rbl) studies, teaches & facilitates experiences on the intersection of ancient earth-based sacred healing, revolution, liberation & social justice, AND nature, eros, & magic.
It was a re-finding of old kin as we chatted on the day of the election, and shared our fiery passion and broken hearts transmitting a powerful and deeply transformative experience that combines personal healing with collective activism. Try saying “free Palestine,” and all the other deep prayers that live in your heart out loud today, even if just to the trees…
I left this call feeling a needed shoulder drop, heart relief—re-membering that the times we need each other are now more than ever, and how we can’t hear that enough. I imagine you will receive so much from this woman - check out her Liberation Mystery School here.
A couple of mornings after the election, I felt this constriction in my whole body around money, relating, my turn-on (and lack thereof). The pressure had built up to a point where I knew I needed to do what I teach: practice what I preach.
When I sat down with the fire and these parts of me that never want to grow or evolve, or leave the familiar, or tend to what we can’t control… I heard this voice: "I was always afraid he was going to die, and then he did."
This young part of me was speaking about my father, who’s been dead now for seventeen and a half years—but grief and love do not live inside the confines of time.
After writing from my body what I’ll share below, I felt some movement, confidence, and my inner knowing arise naturally. This is Dark Goddess Doula work, and we are here for it. We have two spaces left and begin Tuesday. Email me if you want support with your work and business while also expanding your education and capacity in the realms of grief, pleasure, and wild love.
All désire within for love and protection goes back to our relationship to the father, and how we are here now, to rewrite these stories through our own boundary setting, community care and the kind of self love that changes your life. This is what our Shameless Goddess 6 week program is all about initiation and supporting.
"I was always afraid he was going to die, and then he did."
The pain arises, but in these moments, it is not mixed
with coyness or fear—only tears that help me see you
more clearly. Where does all of this feeling and
illusion come from? The answer—nobody can say.
It is pure and innocent, like a father who sleeps through
church to secure a place in heaven (I hope it worked).
As he snored, I sang in love with this faceless, dark God.
We felt abandoned by everything—
even the churches looked like prisons my brother once knew.
I was the one who kept asking you—and it hurts to ask,
but I couldn’t help it... Who are you? When
the sun goes down—that’s when I want you,
the knower of my emptiness. That’s when I need you
like food. Do you know what the nights are like
for people who half-sleep sitting up, as my father once did?
Terrified to let go. Driven through darkness as though
condemned. Twisted and twitching like a pack of frenzied ballerinas.
Here, now, I am glad for this breath and heart,
hands longing for more love. You—inside—me,
Lord, because you will not condemn my failures or darkness—
neither will I. My mornings painted bright
with your dream, sweet love.
The thorns no longer around my neck, your fragrance
on my breast. You fill my sad eyes with joyous laughter.
Even with anger, you wash the feet of my life clean.
Bigger than the fire burning deep in my heart,
your arrows straight as the flocks flying overhead.
Endless meadows reveal the space our love needs
for its growth. Against curtains of darkening doubts,
you are the window thrown open to the million suns.
Holding the pain of happiness inside this pyre,
you are the heartbeat of my burning flesh
seen in beams of light through moving trees.
Sad hearts look out with wonder from the earth—
heavenly fathers pass through deeply in old souls.
"I was always afraid he was going to die, and then he did."
Free womb healing class 11/21 called TONGUE we will send y’all the link…
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