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It says for women, but relates to every as we transform

~THE UNLABELED SOUL DEEP WOMAN~

When pieces of you are breaking and falling to the ground, do not rush to pick them up. Instead, let them all fall...Let them sit there as they lay until they become acquainted with each other, until each piece of you shares what was loved and lost, what hurt and healed, what was re-gained and re-claimed from the ashes of dreams that never came to be...

If your hand reaches out to grab the falling pieces before they touch the ground, stop and let your eyes embrace with warmth all that hurts until the winds of change blow once again on the landscape of your heart...Let the fire of destruction and renewal come in its own time and burn away all that is no longer needed for your highest good...

After all the pieces of your being lay there unmoved and untouched, after your tears wash the face of Mother Earth, after you walk through the Dark Night of the Soul and learn to love the darkest places of your heart, then and only then you are ready to kneel down to the holy site of your life.

Now you are ready to pick up the broken pieces of you and with the brush of love you can dust away the smallest grain of sand that touched your face...Now you are ready to let your Fire Stories become the poetry of your life.

The pieces you were once so eager to mend, now have found a way of taking care of themselves. You sit and just be the Observer of your life...No longer judge, no longer ask why or why me.

In the end, you realize you first had to break apart to feel whole... To feel the Wholeness that lives in your bones for eons. Because you were never anything else, but Whole…
You are always Whole, even when it feels that you shatter to pieces.

And whole you are, sister of my heart. Whole and holy. Walking a sacred path to the core of your being. A journey of remembering and excavating what wants to be revealed.

The winds of change come along and old dust and emotional sediment is being blown away. The ancient story must be retold. Memories flow through the crevices of heart, wanting to be revisited. At all cost. You stop. You look around wanting to be safe and certain.

And then, you decide that you are ready to pick up the pieces and get on your knees. You sigh deeply. You look up. You feel the ground beneath you and a strength you never knew you had before comes over you.
Your heart fills up and a warm feeling overflows from deep within. The shackles break. The time is now to no longer be afraid of what hurts. Because what hurts no longer has power over you. Nobody and nothing has power over you anymore. Only you.

You look around and all of a sudden everything makes sense.

Every piece of who you are tells a story. Your story. Your truth. Giving meaning to your life through your thoughts. Your feelings. Your emotions. Your Voice. Your truth.

Your truth, the way you live it without social conditioning and the shadow of patriarchal dogma. Without the way you were told to be and the way you were expected to live your life.

Free of labels. Free of others expectations of you. No longer compromising your authenticity, integrity and values.

I lived labeled for many years. And I believed those labels. For many years. Too many…

Let’s be free, sister. Let’s pick up the pieces and give them a new meaning. Let them tell a new story of survival, strength and resilience.
~Corina Luna Dea~ Archaeology for the Soul

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THE LEGEND OF THE FAWN & FABLE
BY FEMACOLA

nee upon a time, a fawn found herself lost while searching for mushrooms in the enchanted forest. As the shadows of the mighty oaks grew long all around her, she knew the night would soon fall. Her legs shivered in the mountain air, her stomach growled with hunger, and she felt fear creeping up her tail.

She whispered to herself, "Please, a single acorn to eat and a warm pile of leaves for a bed.

That's all I ask." As she spoke, a tear fell from her eye, glinting in the day's last light as it landed on the forest floor.

The trees themselves heard her plea. Honoring their pledge to serve any pure-hearted creature of the forest, they summoned their ancient mountain magic. Where the tiny doe's tear had fallen, an oak shoot rose and began to reach upward. The fawn watched in amazement as a grand transformation began. The tender sprout grew and grew, not into an oak, but into a majestic castle of rich wood and gleaming gold. Roots wrapped around roots, forming a doorway and a split staircase that welcomed the fawn to step forward.

After crossing the threshold, she was greeted by the most beautiful place she had ever seen.

Rich tapestries hung from every wall, and soft pillows covered every surface. A fire crackled gently in a stately fireplace, warming her to the bone. Best of all, a long table was piled high with fine foodstuffs beyond her imagination... not just because she had only ever eaten grasses, acorns, and leaves. The intoxicating smell of roasted meat, hearty vegetables, and refreshing libations drew her irresistibly to the banquet.

She dipped her muzzle into a tureen of soup, and as she lapped it up, an incredible transformation came over her as well.

Within moments, she changed from a tiny fawn into a lionhearted princess. From that day, she vowed to rule over the forest with compassion and joy. All were welcome to share the warm beds of her castle and the fine fare of her table. She named her banquet hall Fawn & Fable so she would never forget her roots and the responsibility she bore for all guests who came to her mountain home.

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