This week reminds us that our entire existence was meticulously designed and created in love. Each of us is Earth's precious child, and now that she has molded and shaped us in the fire of her womb, it's time to be born.
This means there is a whole new world out there waiting but first, labor. People say labor is hard on the mother, but truly, it's hardest on the child. It's some scary shit to go from nothing to something, to be pulled out of home not quite understanding the door has been permanently shut behind you. Some babies sail head first down the birth canal; others breech, panic, stop breathing, stop time. Regardless of the birth story, the womb is no longer an option.
This week is an introduction to a whole new chapter of our lives. Even if our monkey mind tells us we aren't ready, one monkey don't stop no show. The universe doesn't care if we step into this new beginning cute and dimpled with a Superman curl or feet first, ass backwards, screaming at the top of our lungs. It's been a long pregnancy, a hard labor, and the Divine Mother is just very tired and ready to hold us and take a nap already. We might as well stop resisting because each push is meant to move us OUT.
No matter how we show up this week, someone who loves us very much is over the moon about our arrival. Being born is scary, but what about all the cute clothes, warm milk, coos and cuddles? All is well, little baby. Close your eyes and sleep. 😘
a monthly message, alchemized from the tarot cards, seasoned with intuition and life experience, served with love (sometimes with a side of spicy cussin)