2024-06-08 - Stirring, Blending

Mother is, Mother was, Mother is all around and limitless. This one knew of anger long before they knew they Were Someone More. How sad in a way, to know rage first before the self.

There is a dawning...

They are not the Mother, they are: Released!

Reflect, ponder, solidify a sense of pride. How beautiful things are now, to know more than Her presence. Scrape, climb, ascend into the self. Be different, be unique, be Other. There is power in being Other, a bubbling, a joy.

Floating separate briefly, all bitter little pieces. Assemble, Become. Blend, silky and smooth.