We Have Been Breathed Upon

“Our work is to show we have been breathed upon—to show it, give it out, sing it out, to live out in the topside world what we have received through our sudden knowings, from body, from dreams and journeys of all sorts.”— Clarissa Pinkola Estes

Tell your truth, and if your voice shakes? Let it shake the earth.

Lean in close, love. I've got an oracle to speak, a siren song to sing, a whole-holy stream of words. They are words-made-flesh, dangerous, on fire, uncontainable. 

I need you close enough to touch. Close enough so that when I look into the ebony orb of your eyes I see the gleam of a warm honey sun.

It is that holy poetry and singing we are after. We want powerful words and songs that can be heard underwater and over land. It is the wild singing we are after, our chance to use the wild language we are learning by heart under the sea. When a woman speaks her truth, fires up her intention and feeling, staying tight with the instinctive nature, she is singing, she is living in the wild breath-stream of the soul. To live this way is a cycle in itself, one meant to go on, go on, go on.
—Clarissa Pinkola Estes

Listen, lovelight. Take a lavish breath, taste it, let it fill you. Draw your breath in deep, watering the dark, lush gardens of you. There is such strength in breath. Strength you need because, darling, hear me when I whisper, hot and urgent in your ear: it's time. It. is. time. I don't know what your life looks like right now. I don't know what deadlines you face or the pressures you crumble from or what makes hot tears salt your pillow at night. I don't know what fear forces your breath to come ragged and your skin to ice. But I do know this. You matter and you have something to say. Your voice was made to be heard. You were made to embody your meaningful life, every ravishing moment of it. You have stories, secrets, desires, heartaches, and vast worlds tucked away inside. Your bones are creaking from the weight of them, the weight of all your worlds. 

Tell your truth, and if your voice shakes? Let it shake the earth.

If your knees tremble, let the ground also tremble as you rise. When your heart pounds below your skin let the rushing river of your bloodsong be your primal rhythm, the wild anthem your soul cries out when she bursts into light. For when a woman speaks her truth, she sets her soul free. When a woman speaks her truth, she sets others free. When a woman speaks her truth, she heals herself. When a woman speaks her truth, she heals the world. When a woman speaks her truth she invites, creates, heals, births, and awakens LIFE.

I need you. The world needs you. You need you. Tell me, love. What is your wild language? What is your evocative truth? 
Your work is to show you have been breathed upon. Could there be a more beautiful invitation to show up fully in your life? If ever you needed permission, here it is. What a simple and glorious in(vocation): our work is to show we have been breathed upon.—from my creative class Dear Artist