She

She lies in the liminal, where earth meets the cosmos.

Where the wild landscape of the soul stretches beyond what the eyes can see.

There is a place within us that touches the stars.

A place where our roots meet the sky, where the holy and the human hold hands.

When we lie back and allow ourselves to feel,

to truly feel the curves and edges of this life,

we find ourselves cradled by the universe.

This is the medicine of surrender—

to let go of how we thought it should be,

and instead, melt into the mystery of what is.

For the woman who knows she is not just bones and breath,

but constellations and stardust—

may this be a gentle reminder.

To rest.

To dream.

To let yourself be held by the unseen.

And if you find yourself lingering here,

if these words awaken a curiosity,

trust that there is a reason.

There is no rush—

only an invitation to listen a little deeper,

to follow the threads of your own curiosity,

and see where they may lead.

xoxo, Naomi Amaya Love