April is a time to celebrate one of my favourite forms of creativity- poetry. I’ve spent a lot of time writing, recently (a project I’m undertaking that I hope to share soon!) and I’ve really been honing in on my muse- how to nurture her, where I find her, how to listen to her as well as navigating through an intense creativity block for over a year.
That block meant I didn’t write for over a year; whilst navigating through life, I wandered deep into the womb tomb of the Goddess to rest, to face some shadows that looked at me through a mirror and essentially, refill my cup. I stripped down to the very basics and focused on my inner landscape. It was needed, but it was a rough year that brought to the surface things I needed to heal and let go of to allow a deeper connection to my muse and a more embodied presence I could live.
So, in honour of national poetry month, I’m sharing two of my soul writings that I’ve written. The first one is the only piece I wrote in that rest period in the womb tomb and was written in December of 2022. It was the point that I’d recognised that I’d truly descended and made peace with my lack of creativity. It had been several months (June, to be exact) since I’d last channelled and written a piece of soul poetry and as the Winter Solstice approached, it challenged me to surrender; the words came from Edene, the Goddess of the Winter Solstice, and foretold of my extended stay within her resting cave, a fact I didn’t realise until I was out the other side.
The second piece I wish to share is from my initiation weekend in October of 2023; it was the piece that came to me during time on the land and broke my creative block, releasing me from the womb-tomb I’d placed myself in. I remained in the underworld to integrate, but I was wandering through, ready to return again in the Spring. It’s not a large piece of writing, but it opened the floodgates to allow the words to flow again, and will always hold a special place in my heart for that reason.
