{permission}

rain, desire, satisfaction, yes

Click me to understand a little more about what I am doing in this space of the Journal.

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{permission}

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I like to pay attention.
To where I find myself.
When I move from lost in spaces, tangled and bright.
Back to the dense dwelling of my being.

And I have found myself.
Recently.
Wanting permission.
Seeking permission.
As I step further.
Deeper.
More elaborately.
Into the biggestness that calls.

Because permission arrives with certainties.
That the choice is correct.
That the path is right.
That I am good and will bother no one with the grandness of my muchness².

And because permission of this nature does not exist.
I then find myself unable.
Unwilling.
To do anything but remain static.
With shallow roots.
Nourishing me.
Not enough.

But.
Just in the writing.
Just in the willingness.
To unzip myself from the suit of shadows that is so easy to hide in.
I can feel the roar grow in my chest.
I can feel the space between my hips come alive.
I can feel the pull.
The call.
The song.
I can hear this Sirens³.
Once again.

Because this.
This is what I want.

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{for when what we want is more}

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The howl begins.
Its unfurling.
Under our feet.
And the floor.
And the earth.
Rising from depths ancient.
And untouched by the worries of a life not meant to fit into the palms of other’s hands.
The howl carries a momentum that threatens.
That promises.
To shred the seams.
Of the worlds woven around us.
Meant.
To keep us palatable.
To the fears.
Of spilling over edges and propriety.
Designed.
To keep us safe.
From the raging fire.
Of our brilliant facets.

And all we have to do.
Is open our mouths.
Wide enough.
To let the magic happen.

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deeply yours~

Jo Anna

1. This picture includes The Siren of Lust. It felt right to bring her along. Or for her to bring me along.

2. I stole the idea of my muchness from the amazing Renee Magnusson.

3. Many more Sirens can be found here: https://www.joannadane.com/sirens