We met at the river. She was on one side, I was on the other.
She was pregnant, bare belly exposed. A light netted tulle wrap draped down across her shoulders over her breasts and around the sides of her belly as if the curtains were drawn on new life.
The charge and grounding chord she brought with her was electric. A subtle yet bright pink that shocked into the earth with crisp sparks as she stepped.
I stood across from her with my sage green grounding chords reaching beneath the surface of the Earth – gently requesting to connect and enmesh without becoming entangled.
It was just us there. Us. The river. And some riverbed landscape with forest behind. A haze existed beyond, as the rest was not needed, not essential for this moment.
She said, “Of course.”, when I asked if she could share some of her essence.
“The world is better off with more of it.”
Transmuting to subtly different shades of pink as they form, twist and flourish within another being.
It was quiet. It was calm. I felt no fear, even though I had darkness at my back.
where rivers are born 