As a woman standing in the lap of the Ocean, I feel a camaraderie with the crashing of the waves.
The ocean embodies all that is wonderful in the power of the feminine
The feminine surrenders, flows, is fluid and adaptable,
She is powerful, not solid yet strong,
In the depths of her she can both bring life and death
Her power shapes and molds the earth, not with brute force but with a subtlety and gentleness
She fears nothing
There is a freedom in her raging, in her flowing, and in the dancing of her waves.
She inhabits her birthright of immortality with unapologetic grace.
Connecting to that raw power pulls me right into my own feminine.
Like an embrace from a Goddess
Which is the most healing of all.
