
The Year of The Snake
I am Snake moonchild. Woman born of deep flowing wisdom, wrestled from the sun in the heat of night, erupting from the fiery essence of time. I come into this world, arms wide open, heart a vessel flowing with love, mind, an endless field of possibility, greeting the horizon. My creative energies stir up an alchemy of wonder, mystery, and magic, molten hot like lava tumbling down a mountainside—hot, fierce, untameable.
As a child, I dreamt of taming snakes. Child no more, I shed the skins of time passing to embody my snake-wise nature. Transformed, I stand undaunted against time’s pressing nature urging me to be suppressed, subdued, enslaved.
I will not be broken. I will not be silenced. I will not be dimmed.
I will shine bright through mist-strewn skies and star-studded night.
I will illuminate the path with glittery jewels of wisdom cast upon the celestial darkness that threatens to consume our humanity.
I will not be broken. I will not be silenced. I will not be dimmed.
I will navigate challenges and triumphs with the grace of a python shedding its skin under a moonlit sky.
I will walk naked in the dark. I will walk naked in the light. I will stand naked against your demands I tame my fire. And I will burn. Bright. Never lowering my eyes, never backing off, never losing sight of the moon’s light beckoning me to run wild and free.
You. Will. Not. Tame. Me.
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I was born in the year of the snake. Born to be wild and free. Born to listen to my creative essence urging me to expressive, untamed heights. Born to hear my intuition calling me to listen deep to the murmurings of my soul.
It has taken my lifetime to embrace the freedom to be. Me.
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Thank you Beth at I Didn’t Have My Glasses On for the inspiration this morning and to my computer screen saver whose random photo was the moon shot above.