She Is…

She is the woman who no longer confuses love with performance.

Who no longer waits in doorways of false hope, but stands in temples of sovereign truth.

She’s honey and thunder.

She’s prayer and provocation.

She doesn’t seduce to feel loved, she loves, and becomes magnetic by simply existing.

She is the one who used to armor herself in strength…

But now? She walks soft-footed into the fire, unafraid to feel it all.

She is The Heart-Roaring One

The woman who can say,

“I wanted you.

I still do.

And I want me even more.”

He Who Rose Through Love

My heart first whispered your name

in the spark between stillness and motion

a call returned,

a kiss received,

and something in your breath told me,

“Here, love is safe.”

It wasn’t grand.

It was sacred.

You showed me I could love

and still stand tall.

That I could feel confusion,

hurt,

and not crumble

but crack open.

You didn’t fix me.

You didn’t need to.

Because in loving you,

I found the mothering I needed,

the father I still mourned,

and the girl inside me

who finally whispered,

“We are whole now.”

Even if you never return,

know this:

You unlocked something ancient in me

not a wound,

but a remembering.

You stirred the waters I had numbed,

and I swam.

God, I swam.

The part of me you awakened

has now turned toward the mirror

with soft eyes and a wild heart.

She doesn’t chase,

because she no longer runs from herself.

She doesn’t beg,

because she’s already claimed by her own soul.

Now, I invite in love

that doesn’t tremble at my depth.

Love that meets me unmasked

in laughter, in ache, in starlit mystery.

Love that is not afraid

to say,

“I see you, and I’m not leaving.”

I am no longer the woman

who hardens to survive.

I am the one

who softens to rise.

Let this be the offering.

Let this be the altar.

Let this be the blessing

that love carved into me,

and I now give back

to the divine.

So it is.

And so I am.

- Barbara Christensen

After all of the heart opening today, I looked out the window, and there, the blue jay sat on my fence, letting me know all that I needed to know. - Aho