rewilding #50 shedding stories

Snakes who shed their skins know the truth of ancient mysteries. Belly to dust. Skin to soil. Soil to soul. We turn and churn and are woven for remembering, a vessel for transformation, a song of becoming. Each season a seasoning. An entering. A kind of mating call to listen to the Beloved. Within and beyond. To the sacred keeper of time. To the divine intelligence. To the Divine. We shed stories like snakes shedding skins. We court shadows. We court the light. In fall, the letting go. But also the striving for the light. Holding stars in our eyes—in our hearts. We believe more than the stories they tell us. We are the new stories growing new skins content simply to exist, to be intensely, and absolutely there. 

xoxo amrutaa
photo: looking up at this gorgeous tree, learning a new Lakshmi mantra, listening for the Beloved