The sudden urge to go be among the trees,
to feel the mud and grass
touching the soles of your feet,
to breathe in deep and well
the damp fresh air,
to sit quiet and do nothing for hours.
To paint. Draw.
Feel the pressure of ink on paper
with each line.
To flip through a book
just to smell the pages.
To feel a handful of earth
in your fist.
The urge to dress yourself in intricate things.
Self-adorn with delicate
anklets and gold arm-bands,
moon-chains and silver head-pieces.
The craving to bite into, relish,
savor the taste of juicy fruit.
Berries and mangoes.
Sweet and sour.
To pull out your poetry books,
and fantasy books,
and wild wild woman books,
and deep dive into your soul lands
through the words on their pages,
like chanting a teleportation spell.
To block out the noise of the world, and
fortify your sacred space,
physically, mentally, energetically.
Form an insulated bubble,
the insides smelling of
lavender & sage,
or coffee & vanilla.
To burn incense & candles.
To purify, cleanse,
clean, mend, organize.
To heal. Feel.
Sing and dance
in joy. Through pain.
To escape into the inner forest temple
in the middle of a subway ride.
To carry your favorite books,
your favorite music,
your little ideas notebook,
your sketchpad & oil paints,
everywhere.
To fall back into your unique natural rhythms of
creation & rest,
doing & being,
burning with passion & flowing with ease.
To change up your home space
in harmony with the seasons.
To make drums out of everyday objects.
Move your hips to the beat, while
humming from the deepest place
in the chest.
To go for a swim. Naked.
To sit with your legs apart,
stretching out the inner thighs like
they haven’t been in a while,
opening up the yoni
in a place where it feels safe.
To make love.
Spill your heart to your man,
have him reach into your deepest places
and receive the full force of his love.
This is how your soul speaks to you. All these cravings and urges and desires. It is soul-speak.
Are you listening?
