The Goddess of Decadence

An origin story

There was a time.
When I dreamt of submerging myself in mud.
Letting myself sink deep in.
Letting the earth remember my form.
As hers.

The ache transferred to my waking life.
I would crave the sensation on my skin.
The weight on my breath.
I would wonder.
What was reaching for me.

It wasn’t a song I heard as much as it was a steady beat of a drum.
Quiet yet resonant.
It shook a space within my being that I had forgotten was there.
I was being called.
I knew.
And I had no desire to resist.

The morning was quiet in the way it is just before the dawn.
I ignored the chill in the air as I stepped over the threshold of the woods.
I should have been scared.
I know.
But something inside of me was breaking open.
I needed to see what was out there.

Under a grove of pine trees.
The Goddess of Decadence rose from the soil.
Draped in roots and moss.
Her form towered over the wild.
Dew drops shimmered on her lips.
Life danced on her hips.
And I was immediately enchanted.

She beckoned me close and pulled me in.
Her voice dripped like honey.

There is nothing to do.
But to release yourself from what has bound you to notions smaller than your truth.
Lean back.
Into me.
Let my breath become yours.
Indulge.
In the luxury of desire.
Drink in the morning as it rises from your belly.
From your thighs.
Do not fight.
As you are reclaimed.
By life itself.
It is only so.
You can rise.
From the deep.
Knowing that you are.
A part.
Of the Mystery.
And free.
To spill its wonders.
With each tale you tell.

And so.
I gave myself over.
I let her unravel the fears.
That kept me far.
From the landscape of magic that is forever reborn through my being.
I sunk deep into the Evers.
And rose.
As she said.
Alive.
And ready.
To speak.

In darkness and density…
With love and fire~

Jo Anna

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