My mother did a fire walk last month, and it blew my mind.
She spent the majority of her life living by other people’s rules.
One day, she woke up.
She inspired me to write this poem in honour of her awakening.
I want to share it with you because she’s within you as well – the awakened woman. We’re all at different points on the journey. Perhaps you’re just beginning to consider that this may be true. Maybe you’ve invited her to the dance of life. Perhaps you’re living fully from this place, with deep self-knowledge, trust in your own desire, and courage to forge your own path in this world.
I see you.
Here’s to the awakened woman in each of us – the Goddess gliding across the fire.
She traded egg shells for hot coals
Made a date with her own soul
Calling on Kali, she burned it all down
Weeping a lifetime of tears
Dated decades of careful performance
Burned, turned molten and grey
Revealing a rawness
she had only read about in books
Is this what it feels like to be born?
She understands her power now.
Her beauty. Her grace.
The poetry of her choices, her life.
Fear is merely a distraction
Best overcome through courageous action
So clear now under a September night sky
For days, ember stains
on the soles of her feet
Tell the story of the sacred dance
Looking in the mirror, she wonders,
Who am I?
Who is this woman who does epic shit?
That’s when the deep knowing comes in.
She was there all along
Patiently waiting for you to come home
And now you see who you’ve always been
A Goddess gliding across the fire.