The ugly cry.
The ugly cry is a cry of liberation.
It is the reclamation of our forgotten ability and natural need, to wail and lament.
This inner wisdom comes to us when what pains us hurts too much to be contained or explained.
It is necessary in assisting the body to transmute density, darkness & pain into greater light and deeper love.
The ugly cry is also how we cultivate bandwidth, grit, resilience and grace. It grounds us in honoring the necessary grief within our bodies to be processed. It also allows us to digest the colonized beliefs of quiet suffering and, of all the grids of false image and expectations we may be consciously or unconsciously agreeing to.
The ugly cry is a most necessary aspect of reinstating our animal nature into right place.
When we don’t allow our animal body to howl, cry or lament our wounds keep festering, growing in impatience, anxious to be let out, desperately scratching away at the inner caverns of our beings.
We are taught to admire a false and illusory image of strength in the world, but we forget that most of what we see out there is strength that has never been tested.
We harness our resilience and our true strength from the challenges of wounds that leave us more supple, more gentle and more refined.
We heal ourselves THROUGH our wounds. We are made strong THROUGH them and we are softened by the elixir of our tears.
True strength is a sacred watermark of divine design.
It is the poise of a soul which is at one with a life that honors and engages its wildness and its rawness and in turn, reveals the inner beauty that is a radiance deep in the heart of the temple of our beings.
I encourage you to cry, cry a lot. It is liberating. There is nothing noble or strong about holding tears back or swallowing pain that is ready to be transformed.
It is cleansing. It is healing. It is not only what we need more of, but what we collectively need more of right now.
As this collective body continues to journey deeper into its trauma, we can all hold our own thread of healing through our ability to grieve and lament our heartbreak.
Wail, lament, allow your tears and sounds to refine your radiance and transmute the density of suffering, into the elegant beauty that is always birthed from pain.
And if you dare, I invite you to post your #uglycryselfiechallenge as a war cry to the return of our precious grief as necessary practice, and not giving a fuck about looking pretty whilst at it.
Grief is meant to be witnessed. It’s meant to be raw. It's a necessary process to a lighter heart, that honors what it has lost as medicine.
It was this way in our ancient villages and our bodies can still remember it.
Womb wisdom is the deep well from where all flows forth into tangible matter and creation.
Embodiment is the practice of awakening our bodies to this knowing. Not as mental or simply spiritual concepts but as a lived experience we all have access to.
Living the great adventure of being afraid and brave at the same time is uncomfortable as heck.
But learning to be anchored and connected to our spiritual resilience and center, invites a more graceful approach and perspective to the inevitable ups and downs of life.
For me, the inner peace I can now access and embody within my challenges, has been worth every step and tear on the journey.
I invite you to place your hands on your belly, take a deep breath and give thanks for being exactly where you are right now.
This place is necessary for who you are refining and becoming.
The dots always connect looking back but don’t make sense looking forward. It is designed this way.
So, breathe, give thanks and take the next step from this place of committed action to show up for yourself in whichever way you need to right now.
We all have guides from the unseen world ✨
Those whose dreams and gifts still live within us and who, through certain ways can guide and communicate with us.
Not everyone will feel the call of the ancestors but if you do, you will feel called to travel deeper into who you are and where you come from. You will feel pulled to uncover the treasures hidden for your protection but that like a time capsule we can now recover.
The wisdom of our ancestry is embedded in our bones.
We are all like nested Russian dolls, cradled and born from a womb. Going back to the first mother to walk this Earth, we discover that we are a flowing genetic river.
“𝘐𝘯 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘔𝘪𝘵𝘰𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘭 𝘌𝘷𝘦 (𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘵-𝘌𝘷𝘦, 𝘮𝘵-𝘔𝘙𝘊𝘈) 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳 (𝘔𝘙𝘊𝘈) 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘴, 𝘪.𝘦., 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘮 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘢𝘯 𝘶𝘯𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴, 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘨𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯.” Via Wikipedia
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