Life moves through me.
Love, and letting go, loss, and birth, attraction, and rejection… it all moves through me.
Paradox, push and pull, individual and whole, it is the only thing that make sense to the body.
The feminine body. It is the reality of being woman.
All of life, moving through me, making me a vessel of life.
Abstract, no. It is the experience of your body. The one body.
Open, accept, and join your gifts of the earth.
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