Recently, I wrote more about the path of the Snake Priestess and what this means to me.
It’s something that’s unfolding. A remembrance.
Ultimately, it’s about the mysteries of life: creation, dissolution, and regeneration.
(Those words are chosen carefully.)
We’re always in a constant state of change. Of impermanence … and sometimes, that isn’t easy.
Yet, this path requires us to get to know the serpentine energy of moving through change.
Fundamentally, though, that means we must become incredibly intimate with ourselves.
To learn to shed away shame.
To choose ourselves. Our bodies.
To feel and experience our bodies as the beautiful, in-flux landscape of our lives.
To know that we and Earth are one.
To seduce ourselves. To be in lovership with ourselves.
To be in reciprocal lovership with our bodies and the land…
Because it’s in our humanity that we find our holiness.
It’s in the impermanence that we find the edge of life … of gratitude … of awe … of wonder.
Because we’re here.
Breathing.
Breathing life into ourselves, into one another.
This is the ultimate love story between earth and sky … and our bodies are the conduit, the song, the conductor, the instrument between the two.