Today, the story goes:
For the first time I am no longer longing, or praying, or calling out to bring closer that which is heavy to carry. No, I am trusting more and more the ways of the universe, because I know that what must be carried is not ready to walk of its own, and being the carrying would sink us both, and it would sink a part of my heart that I am not willing to give.
I refuse to allow anything submerge the fiery feminine part of my soul, nothing and no one, for me and for all. Because we all have divine feminine, and we must call back the balance. My work to revere, empower, and uplift the feminine spirit is called of me, and channelled through me—for all.
So I will be damned if I do not ensure every element of my life is in alignment with my mission to sacredly revere, and exalt, and downright flood the divine feminine energy onto this earth: my art, my writing, my friendships, my business acquaintances, and my most intimate lovers alike —all of no exception.
I do not have to pledge to honor this work. My life is this work. I will always honor she, the sea, and creativity.
May we all work towards balance, and feel drunk in the beauty of the she fire creativity, for there she is.
There she is.
**A detail shot of "She The Fire-Breathing Dream Interpreter”, To be exhibited at Fresh Paint Gallery, La Jolla, CA July 2nd-August 24th, 2019.
Photography by Arnold Gia Trinh