Hunger for life

Sitting here with a hunger deep inside of me I realize with real eyes that this hunger I’m feeling is not one for food.

It is a hunger for purpose, for beauty, for connection, for love. It is a hunger to alchemize the current way we are living into something new, something unexpected.

The fire I feel starting to burn is not passive. It is not one that takes things lying down. This fire is fierce. It is patient, but knows when to move. It is allowing, but discerning. It is nourishing by nature and will not be taken advantage of.

The little girl inside of me that learned to people please, to always say yes and alter her actions to do what she thought others wanted has grown up. Now this beautiful part of me sees with awakened eyes. She dances with confident feet to the beat of her own drum.

The butterfly is emerging from her cocoon as a woman. A woman who knows her inherent worth. A woman who trusts her intuition. A woman who is guided by the Mother herself and stands in the power of all it is to be a life creating force on this sweet Earth.

This hunger inside of me, it’s for life. I’ve known it since I was born. Where I used to try to fill a bottomless pit with food and stimulation, that was all to learn that you cannot feed a hungry ghost.

This hunger is satiated only by a live fully lived. A life that is nourished by the unspeakably beautiful range of human experiences we are capable of experiencing.

It is fulfilled by being in a state grounded in trust. All I’m here to see will invite me and wait for my clarity.

To this hunger inside of me, a reminder that there is nothing to do. Nothing to make happen. Nothing to fix. Nothing to chase. Nothing to prove.

To this hunger inside of me, I see you. I hear you. Trust that little by little, everything comes.