This morning my body is sore—from yoga, and love, and care, and fresh air,
and from removing the cords and bindings that had no business being there to begin with.

I am light as a feather. I am rising up.
The air is dancing around me.
The energy of the planet is alive in me again.
She knows I am here.
And when I move, so does she.

Mama, I’m home.

Collective—I know you know.
Hot damn, I LOVE ya.
See you soon, tribe.

In dance and breath,
EH

For some prompts to anchor this wonderful energy, meet me over at the sanctuary: https://www.skool.com/mneme-aeturnum-3878/