Your Creative Womb Is On Strike (And Your Inner Mother Is Holding the Picket Sign)
Or: Why Your Manifestations Keep Getting Lost in the Mail
Your creative center is on strike, darling, and your inner nurturer is holding the picket sign with rage-tears watering a barren field where your projects should be blooming. Let me tell you about the oldest family drama in human neurobiology: the one happening inside you right now. Forget Netflix; the real show is the mother-daughter soap opera playing between your pelvis and your heart while you wonder why everything you try to create keeps dying on the vine.
Your womb space holds more than reproductive potential. It holds the blueprint for everything you want to birth into this world. Your sacral nerve plexus is the staging ground where desire becomes form, where impulse becomes action, where “someday” becomes “now.”
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Thanks for sharing this, it's super interesting because I really think that in spirituality and Wicca we have a triple goddess that fits perfectly. An older woman, a middle-aged woman and a younger woman. There are also many comparisons with the future, present and past, some people think they are representations! Thanks for sharing!
Interesting insights when I consider how I am mothering myself, so thank you for that, Dea. Also, I look forward to the badass crone you will one day become (I am sure of it).