Mother Goddess, Hear Me Rise

Mother Goddess, hear me rise.

 

Mother Goddess, hear me rise.

 

Over and over again, I could hear this powerful message flowing through my body.

 

I was fully naked.

 

On a massage table.

 

In an open-air room at my retreat center in Gokarna Beach, India.

 

Two massage therapists (angels!) were giving me a synchronized hot oil massage (heaven!).

 

The oil was a custom blend based on my ayurvedic dosha (I’m vata - pitta).

 

I had been loved up for an entire week.

 

Cared for.

 

Nourished.

 

Fed.

 

I napped everyday.

 

Went to bed early.

 

Rose early for sunrise yoga.

 

Sat in sangha with a circle of sisters on the path.

 

In a land that had been calling me forward for a decade.

 

India.

 

And there, on that massage table, I heard a message that was so clear, so solid, so deep, I knew it was meant for me.

 

And I knew it was meant to be shared by me, with you, right now.