Herbal Oracles

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Happy Monday, let’s get those blessings ✨

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Let us not forget that the womb was the first altar, where miracles and life are created.
The divine wom(b)an.
She is the spell,
she is the altar,
she is the sacred prayer.
A living & breathing altar where praise lays at her feet and where manifestations are birthed.
✨Sacred Woman✨
There is a reason why our wombs feel the beating of the drum;
its song carried out into the
I am the weaver of old magic,
stories told through the movement of my hips.
We are made bare,
flesh to dirt.
Dancing feet,
wild hair
and a laughter that could wake the dead.
The divine Mother can be found within each of us, for our howls can be heard through the hymns of our hearts.
It’s in the way we prepare meals through spirit and make love like volcanic eruptions between our thighs.
Sacred woman.
There is a reason why whole worlds are made by the miracle of your body;
For you were made to bare enough pain to bring a warrior to their knees.
Unearthly woman, your existence casts spells all on its own;
For you’re made by the same magic that created the stars.
Flesh, bones, blood, raw power,
Your ethereal beauty but a gift to be seen.
💋

Let’s heal and get whimsical & weird, baby 💋

Show me how good it can get ✨