Articles, essays, musings and poetry on life, truth,
liberation and unconditional love
"Trustfully I step into my darkness to follow your calling.
You shine healing light upon my bleeding wounds forcing me to allow their existence, to sit and listen, to surrender and embrace, to cry and crumble, to forgive and heal. My breath is your language of truth, guiding me through all my layers where I find those fear filled eyes of a child being rejected, where
I encounter this starving body of a young goddess punishing herself for her unique beauty and creative expression.
Oh mother, Mother of all mothers, let me heal in your light, let me bleed my pain out to water my seeds for as when they can start to grow out of the ashes, their flower shall form a phoenix ready to rise and carry light into the hearts of those who are seeking love to recover from ages of fear and destruction.
Mother I need you, just as you need me. As above so below. I hear you."
(Calling of the Mother, by Florence Wittlin 18.12.2017)."