Songs of the Sovereign Soul

One day she woke up.
In her gut, 
knew she deserved better.

 She remembered
Everything is possible.

So she put on her feather earrings
And her tassel-toed sandals.
She wore her hair down
And painted her nails red.
She wore a flowing shirt and let her

Goddess given breasts
bask in the light of the sun.
Her eyes sparkled even in the shadows
As she took her place among the wild women...
Of her past, her future, her present.

Then she fully embraced her
SMALL self
MAD self
CRAZY self
LOUD self
COLOURFUL self
MESSY self
RAGING self
PLAYFUL self
GIVING self
LOVING self
REBEL self
SENSUAL self
PERSNICKETY self
PRECOCIOUS self
CREATIVE self
BEAUTIFUL self

And all the other parts that didn't feel good enough,

Pretty enough, smart enough, capable enough...

She wrapped her arms around them all and said "come home, loves. come home.".

And so they did.

She remembered her wholeness, her completeness and her value.

Not to be shaken or stirred or iced over again.

And every now and again, when old buddy Doubt showed up she simply loved her and sent her on her way...Doubt leaving nothing but a poof like a fart disappearing into thin air.

Then she flew as far as she dreamed. And loved as deep as she longed.

She laughed till it echoed throughout all the worlds.

She danced with the goddesses who birthed her

Through their bodies, hearts and spirits.

As they sang the songs of their sovereign souls.