I Cannot Please You All.

A poem from my mother's untamed daughter.

I am the woman who walks barefoot through the neighborhood
The one who can be seen standing in the middle of the road,
With her face upturned toward the sky

Soaking in the wondrous mystery of each fleeting cloud
Softening in the rays of the gentle sun
Searching the sea of blue 
for a little sliver
Of Grandmother Moon

I am the woman who is intoxicated 
by the tart milkiness
Of her baby’s breath
The one who drinks in the scent of his skin like air

I am the woman who teaches her daughter songs of the night.

Voices joined together 
beneath the starry sky
uplifting little hands.
Outstretched to caress 
our dearest Lunita.

I am the woman who dreams an infinity of beautiful dreams.
Whose mind is filled 
with the boundless fruits 
of divine inspiration.

Between all the life and all the mothering 
There seems to be not enough time in the day
to bring all these glorious visions to life
But ha! 
Doesn’t she see? 

The light that blooms within her
will always find a way
to shine out into her vast world.

Sunshine trickles from her lips 
As she speaks in whispered tones
praying a small blessing 
over the flowers and the bees
The seeds and the fruit
The trees and the air

Light emanates 
out from the soles of her very feet.
Each rhythmic step she takes
Is a kiss on the cheek of Mother Earth.

Each laugh that tumbles out from deep in her belly
rolls like thunder into the open sky,
and she shakes the very ground 
with the largeness of her.

Something she once feared 
until she came to know it as her power.

Oh how Earth and Spirit rejoice.

For in her unfolding,
their daughter has come to see
that her very being is a blessing.

All that she is 
Is a gift to life itself

So let the neighbors watch from their windows
As her children dance in the mud
As she walks braless,
shoeless,
Through their 
sterile 
suburban streets.

For she fears not their ridicule 
or judgement
or scorn.

She is the wild woman
who has finally found herself again.

☾𖤓

These words were inspired by my *seemingly* ordinary walks through the neighborhood, that in truth, are anything but mundane. In traveling to so many different landscapes through time, I have learned to find a great sacred beauty in all things. From the smallest flower and the mightiest mountain…

In many ways I feel that many of my neighbors may think of me as a strange woman, speaking with nature, and singing to the moon. Or perhaps I give the folks of rural Texas too little credit, after all the wild self lives in all of us, whether we acknowledge it or not.

Today I am so excited to be able to share with you, that I’ve created a community space for all of my strange and wild women. A place for us to not just connect, but to really foster true sisterhood.

If it sounds like something you’ve been looking for then consider this my personal invitation to you ♡

꩜Join the Sacred Circle Sisterhood ꩜

Our first meeting is only 3 days away! I hope to see you there love.

Until next time,

Sydney