It was in a Hawaiian ocean that I first felt your power and presence. I had come to you for me, running into you as my heaven and earth. You took my breath away – and embraced my entire body with your smooth salty lips.
As the salt waters caressed my heart and creative currents birthed from the deep surging waters below me, I opened. The anchor of my feminine, imprisoned in fear and lifetimes of persecution – shot up from the dark depths in a whale pod formation. Breaching with celebration, I laughed out loud. My first full breath.