Underneath the Pretzel

She sees herself pretzeling in the moment

Once again

Trying to say the right things

Clamping her throat on her sounds, her reactions

Swallowing her “ouch”

Freezing in her body

Laughing, as she fawns

She looks across the room

Feeling torn

Trying to listen to her inner wisdom

But the outside is too loud

Her head is too loud

Everything is loud

She walks across the room

Surrendering to her head

But her body feels heavy

Her body knows

Her heart knows

Her soul knows

Trying to make intelligent conversations

All coming out blah

Everything is blah

Her inside is screaming for the truth of her heart to be expressed

And nothing to that effect

She takes time out to be alone

In solitude, to be with her precious heart, her sacred body, her wise soul

“Why am I pretzelling?”

As she moves to the music, as she feels into her tender heart

There she finds the answer

Longing

Connection

Fear of abandonment

Ahhhhh, her body relaxes

Feeling the familiarity of these feminine qualities and fear

She surrenders to them

A reminder to connect back in

With her inner garden, her temple, her sacred space

To cultivate her longing and connection with herself

To allow the fear of abandonment to be felt

Not to be wronged, or judged

But simply be.

Knowing that through feeling these that the greater truth of her heart will be revealed

and that the unfolding and un-winding of the cords will come forth

at the right time

in the right moment

to be seen by her own soul.

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