It’s time to put the spear, the sword
the knife down. The world
is righting itself.
Warrior, you with your long light hair
and lean sinewy arms,
You, with your eight inch spear.
You, who’s kneeling on one knee
at the foot of my bed
holding your spear
at rest.
You. You. Warrior in me.
Take rest.
The war is ending.
Become the Heirophant
seated in your red robes
holding septar and anch
lion and bull
eagle and hawk.
You. Sit in your throne
in you, as you, and choose.
Choose how you will create each day.
Sacred Writing Activity:
How gently can you treat yourself right now? What is the self-talk that permeates your inner landscape? In what ways does your inner warrior declare war on yourself and others.
Begin writing to yourself, as if you were a newborn child. Speak sweetly and softly. Use terms of endearment like, “Sweetheart”, and “Oh, Baby”. Allow the sweetness of who you inherently are to unfold on the page. Write for ten minutes. See what happens.
