Pull it all down.
The anger.
The grief.
The fear.
The tightness.
The tears.
If there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s to pull emotions and sensations down into my pussy. The womb, vaginal canal, clit, labia, cervix—it’s a system of transformation. An oven.
I’m currently in my own process. A pocket of anger and grief has opened after I received the realization of how my whole family and ancestry has been literally cut off from our birth soil by political decisions after WWII. My mind has known this since childhood, but now this fact has landed in my body. Like a weight dropping through the floor and into an underground pool of grief and anger.
The electricity flowing through me is a storm. It’s chaos and discomfort. It’s dark and raw and gnashes its teeth at everything and everyone.
“How dare you!? How dare you forbid us from connecting with our ancestors!? This is our lineage!”
How. Dare. You.
Do you really think your body doesn’t have an intimate connection with the soil your predecessors have already lived, farmed, and died on? That it doesn’t have a knowing and connection to the specific properties of that land?
Of course it does.
There’s so much unprocessed emotion and sensation in this spot for me. It’s a fresh excavation site. “I had no idea there were all these artifacts down here!”
Pull the sensations down to be alchemized. Every last drop. You don’t need a “How” here. Set the intention and focus on your pussy.
Your body knows.
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