Back in April, I attended a 3 day silent retreat. I shook the first day but the ability to be in quiet communion with other women was transformative. The space of silence and still to just be and to listen to my inner knowing was profound. At the end of the retreat, we completed a meditation, connecting to our spirit guides. I sunk into this meditation and felt fully immersed in the mud, part of the whole. That feeling of oneness is gold.
Mud
I am of mud
I am of earth.
I will sink back
Into the form I came
Remembering
We are all the same.
We are all mud.
We are all clay.
Malleable each day.
Shed the skin
That no longer fits.
Step into presence.
Feel into your nature.
Only you can commit.
This act is for you.
For your being only.
Rest here “She says”
Return to heal.
To feel what is holy.
This is where you find your power.
By returning, to what grows the flower.
-Rae
We are mud.
This painting is absolutely mesmerizing. I love it!