SUNFLOWER AND SAGE ON SUNDAYS
She exudes a raw sexuality, in the way she talks; the way she smiles, and her eyes that hint of some dark promise; the way she walks, if you call that walking.
She embodies the sensual woman; her Lilith must be strong in her astrological chart. She is divine feminine; does not mince words nor play around the bush. If she is playing around bushes, it is on other business.
Myself, I feel her pull, as if the divine feminine in her was beckoning my divine masculine. I don’t know much about these things — a topic I have to explore during those times when my mind is calm and thoughts come.
I envy her; I want what she has
She became woman in a community where they had little expectation of her amounting to anything. And this gave her space to be what she came here to be, this sensual woman, not afraid to lie bare to the urges that surge through her from time to time.
We hide it. We deny it. We shackle it and leave it in dusty dungeons, chained by a society that dictates how it should be — even our core sexual being is bridled, any true expression is craziness.
Oh dear me. Let me quit while ahead.
Look what my Sunday conversation has devolved into! I need some sage for this energy.
Last Sunday’s, and the Sunday before last:-