Echoes of the Heart

Yesterday morning, I was in a session with my business and coach when, suddenly, the energy of the call shifted massively.

We were discussing support systems and sisterhood when my heart opened so much, and the pain that I had been hiding deep within started to filter through.

The session became very emotional, and a part of the beliefs I was holding on to, mainly because of past experiences, started to transform into the alchemical energy of the heart. It wasn’t an easy session, and I felt vulnerable and tender.

After the session, I took a shower, had a small lunch, and felt the need to rest all day. I felt so vulnerable, yet I knew I had to move through whatever was happening. I didn’t want to be stuck in the past. I have, I need, and I want to move on.

Later that day, my heart gave me a story that I needed to share. It is simple but powerful, and it’s the story of a flower and the Goddess.

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One day, beneath the sun’s warm embrace, a pink wild rose blossomed with unparalleled beauty. As she unfurled her delicate petals to greet the world, she realised she stood alone in the vast forest. The forest was teeming with life. The soil was rich and nurturing, supporting a myriad of plants that thrived in its embrace. The majestic and wise mountain watched over the scene with love and pride while sacred wolves patrolled the perimeter, keeping the sanctuary safe from harm.

The rose felt a sense of belonging among the towering, ancient trees that whispered secrets of the earth as they swayed. Her roots dug deep into the fertile ground, drawing life from the very womb of the forest, and her petals danced with each gentle caress of the wind.

However, one gloomy morning, when the sun hid behind thick clouds, and the first drops of rain gently tapped her petals, the rose awoke to a profound sense of loneliness. Despite the abundance of nature around her, the absence of other roses and flowers weighed heavily on her heart. The joy of the forest seemed to fade, and she began to wither, her vibrant colour dulling, her spirit dimming.

As night fell and the moon ascended in the sky, casting a silver glow over the forest, the rose’s sorrow turned into a plea. She whispered her pain to Mother Moon, yearning for sisterhood and to share the beauty and peace of this magical place.

The Moon listened intently to the rose’s mournful lament. Touched by her plight, she convened with the wind that night. She spoke to the wind, asking it to venture into the Divine Mother’s garden, a place where every flower in existence was cradled under the care of the divine.

The wind, understanding the urgency of the rose’s need, accepted the task. It whistled through the night, sweeping into the garden, and with a gentle yet determined breath, it scattered the seeds of wild roses, lilies, daisies, bluebells, violets, nightshades and many more across the forest.

In the days that followed, new flowers began to sprout under the watchful eye of the mountain, the nurturing womb of the earth, and the protection of the wolves. They grew alongside the first lonely wild rose, and soon, the forest was dotted with pink, yellow, white, blue, and lilac patches.

Each flower is a sister to the other, their collective beauty enhancing the enchanting wilderness. The original rose, now surrounded by her sister, felt her spirit revive, her petals regain their lustre, and her heart filled with joy. Once again, the forest was whole, its harmony restored, and its beauty multiplied by the companionship of the wildflowers.

Love

Michela xo

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