on becoming a flower
S E P T E M B E R 2 3 , 2 0 1 9
cloaked in flowers on the full moon
"i am learning how to become a flower. how to remember my body. how to commit to her regeneration. how to reassemble these bones into starshine." // dominique christina ashaheed //
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this is my story of 2019.
it's a love story about a woman and her body, and the openness, freedom & beauty that bloomed from the very seed of her being when she gave herself over completely to it, letting it lead her entire life.
an absolute embrace of the self. as vulnerable and uncertain and ecstatic as the beginning of a love affair.
and she became addicted to embracing her authentic body temple, exactly as it is - without fear, without doubt, without constriction or contraction or condemnation. without mind. without appearances or explanations. a release of all the microscopic patterns of harm. turning all the old poisons into nectar. it told her this was what it needed in order to heal.
and so softening became her ritual. an open heart became her religion. she traded her armor for a robe of flowers and feathers.
her cells started to bloom and open and shine their star scent out into the world. “may the fragrance blossoming from my soul be softening, lightening the hearts of all.”
and as she smelled the earth's flowers, they smelled her back. they leaned in to speak to her. and the trees began whispering their names + their medicines in her ear.
she was becoming one of them.
she was remembering her body :: the very earth, itself. 🌿
