She decorates life with moments. Stringing them along banners created of substance and soul nourishing tendrils.
She repeatedly responds to the wind with open arms and joyously allows the cleansing rain to pour upon her heart.
If you watch, she will notice you and count all the miracles you are here to be.
She will hold your hand and nudge you to breathe in your golden wisdom that fortifies your very being.
Tell her. . .tell her all. . .she will listen and lay out the pieces for you to craft with your gentle fingertips.
As you birth, she remains at your side chanting your soul name of ancient times in hidden languages.
Early rock and age old bones gathered to create your inner haven.
Branches and twine lead the path.
And the markings on the earth leave prints to follow.
She will walk with you and find symbols along the way that resonate to the flow in your veins.
Your truth will grow a garden.
Your voice will know- no shame.
Your smile will tell many of the strength that grows from within.
Her name, like many before come with a vibrational tone that lingers and:
Waxes.
Shapes.
Unravels.
Unties.
From withered to the brave glory that resides in your BEing.
She's lived before and continues today.
I will carry her name in my form.
My name becomes hers. We blend in a harmony of all-knowing.
That wild medicine soul inside me has been set free.
I am Melissa Ixcheldevi
. . .and today I breathe {anew} life.
Namaste to my Soul Family: Daniel, my brother | Maya, my journey-sister | Michele, my mentor/teacher/beloved for your Sacred Witnessing and mesmerizing ceremony on this day- the marking of a new journey and renaming a part of my soul's life expression.
Love you all.
She repeatedly responds to the wind with open arms and joyously allows the cleansing rain to pour upon her heart.
If you watch, she will notice you and count all the miracles you are here to be.
She will hold your hand and nudge you to breathe in your golden wisdom that fortifies your very being.
Tell her. . .tell her all. . .she will listen and lay out the pieces for you to craft with your gentle fingertips.
As you birth, she remains at your side chanting your soul name of ancient times in hidden languages.
Early rock and age old bones gathered to create your inner haven.
Branches and twine lead the path.
And the markings on the earth leave prints to follow.
She will walk with you and find symbols along the way that resonate to the flow in your veins.
Your truth will grow a garden.
Your voice will know- no shame.
Your smile will tell many of the strength that grows from within.
Her name, like many before come with a vibrational tone that lingers and:
Waxes.
Shapes.
Unravels.
Unties.
From withered to the brave glory that resides in your BEing.
She's lived before and continues today.
I will carry her name in my form.
My name becomes hers. We blend in a harmony of all-knowing.
That wild medicine soul inside me has been set free.
I am Melissa Ixcheldevi
. . .and today I breathe {anew} life.
Namaste to my Soul Family: Daniel, my brother | Maya, my journey-sister | Michele, my mentor/teacher/beloved for your Sacred Witnessing and mesmerizing ceremony on this day- the marking of a new journey and renaming a part of my soul's life expression.
Love you all.
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