You came to me in a dream one night.
It was witching hours and I was sleeping peacefully, or so I thought.
I was in midst of dream, living life lavishly. I was reaping all that I’ve sewn from years of being in my masculine and not making much time for my feminine. But there I was thriving. I was sitting in a store on a velvet black couch being served. People kept coming up to me with items they wanted me to try. I was happy and I was content.
Then I realized: wait, this isn’t it. I wanted something more.
I turned to ask for something else and no one seemed to hear me. I settled back into the black velvet couch as a party starts around. Maybe they’ll notice. Someone is bound to. Then chaos started all around. People were yelling “fire!” and it was suddenly evident that we are floors off the ground. They yelled “run” as smoke filled the room.
I had fallen asleep on that black velvet couch. Screams awakened me. I thought “shit, everyone for themselves I guess.” I was the last one out as the smoke filled my lungs. I thought “apply your own oxygen mask before assisting anyone else.”
I woke up as sirens from a distant fire truck outside of my window sounded off for a few seconds. This was my alert that I was grounded and safe, yet a message was present.
I was reminded of the times I went out with my mom and grandma and seeing how they are treated compared to myself. Though, to be fair, in some of those places I would have felt invisible. They are treated well and those that service them expect them to take and take. But as soon as they ask for their needs to be met and it’s not possible, that treatment dwindles. They are treated as if they are disposable once they can’t be taken from. They are precious in every way, always.
I was reminded of myself and a past relationship where I was expected to be this wife who catered to her husband and who did as she was told. What was best for him was best for us. Take care of the house while still working about 18/7, literally.
They take and they take. Generation after generation women are taught this: them before ourselves. To be selfless and sacrificial. This is the common theme in conversations when it comes to any kind of relationship.
To hell with the past and how draining it has been. Where are we now? How do we wish to be now before we age gracefully?
Now. How much we’ve given to those we’ve loved. Only told of how much they appreciated us when we are gone. Even mama Gaia has been calling out to us. Since conception it was supposed to be a reciprocal exchange – to give what we take. There has been over consumption and having her work to nurture and help us thrive.
But what about mama Gaia? She rises and says “fuck that! I’m taking back what’s mine.” We rise and say “fuck that! It’s time to rise and relax in our feminine.” We say fuck that and others recognize we are valuable and to appreciate us now. We forgive each other as we heal. Generations upon generations upon generations. Universally we are one and can heal a whole nation. They will rise to meet us because this is energetically the way.
Love us now.
Hear us now.
Maiden, Mother, Crone.
Mother, Maiden, Crone – they give so much to us.
They give, give and give, and we take, take and take.
At what point do we give back to them?
When they’ve said enough? When they’re worn out?
Bruised and battered? Running out of resources to feed their children?
They’ve given so much.
Generation upon generation, children are crying out:
“What has gone wrong?”
Did you appreciate what you had before it was gone?
They were here giving all they got.
They gave it their best shot.
They wanted the best for you.
Loving you, nurturing you, feeding you.
You didn’t see until it was too late.
They wanted to let you know: slow down before it’s too late.
Appreciate now, love now, receive now,
But don’t forget to reciprocate.
Compassionately take as you give the same.
Be present with their gifts as they provide an abundance of resources
If we just let them do what they do in the way they were meant to be.
Allowing them to flow gracefully
Too much doing removes room to be.
Allow them to be gracefully
Much wisdom and knowledge will be brought to thee.
Pay attention as it is given freely
Don’t forget to have their back too, love.
ABOUT SARAH THE GODDESS
Sarah the Goddess is an Intuitive Creative, Intuitive Coach, empath, natural energy healer, and intuitive herbalist. She is very passionate about guiding others in remembering and tapping back into their power to be the God(dess) that they are. She does this through her writing, singing, dancing, music, art, and her coaching. Through these mediums she is able to go into Trance and tune deeper into herself, the universe, and the world around her, as well as share messages for others.
Through her own healing journey, Intuitive Creative Expressions was born. She holds space for spiritual creatives and those interested in creating as a healing modality to authentically express all of their emotions. She guides people through this process through creativity, emotional alchemy, and healing tools such as meditation, The 3 Way Mirror™, shadow work, inner child work, and Past Impact Work©.