Phoenix keeps rising...

Let me take you....behind the poem. 🫢

When I write, I write straight from the heart, there's no other option - and this one I wrote a few years ago but just recently picked it up again and...

The first thought I had: Wow, I’ve come such a long way!

The second: Wow, so many things are still true, they’ve just taken on a different meaning...

So this week, I invite you to read this poem I titled, Phoenix - and come on the journey of me diving in to what some of these lines mean to me today.

But before you read on, bring these questions to mind and maybe draw parallels to your own life:

• What version of me am I glad to have left behind?

• How can I still relate to that version I once was?

• How can I bring up compassion for that version of me?

Here we go...

Phoenix ❤️‍🔥

There’s peace, when I think about your

storminess.

I’m sitting cross legged in the eye of the tornado that you are.

My eyes sparkle with fascination,

temptation rises.

Temptation to reach into your winds and let myself be swayed into a dance over rooftops and traffic lights.

I indulge in your touch.

Your hand on my hip,

makes my nerve endings twinkle.

But there’s a curl

on the furthest edge of my lip.

Accompanied by a look in my almond eyes that says,

I met this woman, she’s pure power and love and when I’m with her I am better than I’ve ever been. Please know that your business smile is not going to dethrone her.

I’m in love

with my new found awareness

and I am not,

about to give you my heart.

I am, however

about to sit on your lap

in blue jeans and white lace,

let you run your fingers up and down my spine with closed eyes.

I’ve carved out this hollow space in your emotional unavailability.

That’s where I still find my cross legged peace

That’s where I feel safe to hide,

for now.

Because I know,

my awakened woman soul

is chipping away at the concrete cage around my heart

and with every breath

with every tear

with every scream

she slashes cracks into reefs

rips boulders into pebbles that once weighed me down.

And all I have to do

is watch.

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There’s peace when I think about your storminess.

This is the voice of someone who has found her ability to watch a storm, without getting caught up in it.

….even though the temptation, the remnants of a life she once had are still there, and sometimes it even feels good to slip back in.

Temptation to reach into your winds and let myself be swayed…

But there’s a curl

on the furthest edge of my lip.

She’s steady, strong, self-reliant, she sees things she has not before and she can smile at them with confidence.

let you run your fingers up and down my spine with closed eyes.

She knows the power of pleasure, of being in her body, the deep wisdom only her bones carry, and she knows how to trust it.

That’s where I feel safe to hide,

for now.

And at the very same time, she carries this contradiction within herself, knowing she’s not fully there yet, acknowledging that that’s ok, she can embrace the journey, indulge in it even, surrendering into the process, knowing that this too, is a piece of it.

my awakened woman soul

is chipping away at the concrete cage around my heart

She can hold the seeming contradiction because she’s discovered that part in herself who has more depth, more power, more strength than she’s ever seen before.

And all I have to do

is watch.

By tasting this part of her, she knows that all she truly needs to do is surrender, let that inner voice take over and trust how it will all unfold.

Can you feel it?

That inner voice within you that wants to rip boulders into pebbles? Rise from the ashes?

Let’s go back to the above questions, and maybe I added one or two more.. 😉

• What part of me do I crave to liberate?

• How can I surrender into that very part?

• What version of me am I glad to have left behind?

• How can I still relate to that version I once was?

• How can I bring up compassion for that version of me?

Close your eyes, take two deep breaths and let whatever answer to these questions come up!

If you feel called to share, I would love nothing more than to hear your answers. 🧡

Love,

Mel

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Ps. All my newsletters are written by me, not AI (so please flag the typos). 😉