The sacred rebellion begins in our hearts, in the soles of our feet and in the eyes at the centres of our palms.
It happens in our kitchens and gardens, at our shorelines and foothills and in our beds.
It happens in our daily connections at the market, at work, with strangers and friends, alone and in company.
It is not in the magnitude or whimsy of what we do, but it is in the way in which we do the small, regular things. It is a commitment to the fact that every act is sacred and every day is a gift shared.
With mud between their toes and starlight in their hair, sacred rebels find a path to ascension through their own body wisdom.
The rebellion lies in inextricable interconnection with all things, the knowing that the human is natural and the sacred and sexual are instinctively fused. Unconditional love is written into every cell of a woman’s body, but it is delved for and shared with men and between men. This is the egalitarian awakening of the sacred rebellion.
To connect the constellation of feelings and actions within a sexual moment is to see that desire and the sacred interwoven underscore everything and deny noone.
The sacred rebellion occurs in our kindnesses and in our deep trusts, one to another, close, and across great distance. It occurs when we shake off the shackles of miscommunication and reach together for something beyond and within us.
To consent to the rebellion is to open the doors of your heart, your mind and your body. It is to consent to the wondrous scent of dying trees as inseparable from birth. The forest has wisdom and it calls us to meet it.
The sacred rebel gives everything away because that is the only way she is assured of abundance.
Look, these rebels come empty handed yet offering everything.
The sacred rebel allows that she will fail and break apart and she pre-empts this transition with forgiveness. She forgives herself already for what she will leave undone and what she will mistakenly suggest.
The sacred rebel’s greatest tool is light. She sheds light on her darkness and observes its transformation. She brings the light to others and takes pleasure when their light burns brighter in answer.
She lets in all and all the lights of the world.
With each step, the sacred rebel’s feet kiss the ground; the eyes on her back wink at the stars. When she falls to her knees, she dances with her face and hands pressed there while the light runs through her and the tide drifts in.
The sacred rebel traces the cartography of the human heart in the smallest skeleton leaf left by Autumn. In the blood smell of good soil. In the weightless grace of water. And in the lightness of joy.
The sacred rebel dances with the cosmos with her throat wide.
Every sound she makes outlasts her, every muscle she moves changes the world.
The start of the morning is in the darkest part of night. The snow begins to speak in its silence.
And the days when the sacred rebel wanders in darkness, she is her own soul’s guide, her own light bearer, drawing to her the succor she needs and that which she will become.
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