Like Alice in her crazy wonderland, could I even be shrinking in this strange place I had landed? Life is energy and motion. Maybe I was also stagnant? I felt no flow in my body, no current in my veins. Impatient for answers and results, I pondered the loop of limitations. Magically, the fog cleared and my senses began to re-engage. Poppies went from grey to scarlet and I smell the life around me. She was right. I just needed the faith to return and nurture my vessel in order to let it flow β reconnecting with the magically sensual forces of the feminine instead of questioning.
Rebirth is encoded into life. Seeds were already there for whatever I could hope to grow. If I wanted to share my garden of delights, she needed cultivating before showing renewed vigor and blooms again. It was time for fresh nurturing of myself and my body. If I commit to growing this garden, my sexuality will attract and radiate the energy and love needed to flourish.
A nightmare turned into my very own fairy tale, as I return to my own sensual garden and wonderland. Tags: dormant , encounters , feminine energy , seeds , sensual garden , touch. There I was, dormant. Stalled and confused, I wondered.
