The Siren of the Unfurling
A story for you...
Once.
You stood.
On the crag.
Having climbed to the greatest heights you could.
So that the howl buried deep in your belly.
Might be heard.
By the sky.
By the fire.
By the might.
The ache and grief.
Desire and need.
Crackled through your being.
Forming waves.
That brought you to your knees.
It was a prayer.
That broke the ground.
And tore the veils.
At first.
You thought it was an echo.
The howl that came in return.
But when it would not cease.
You knew.
The Siren of the Unfurling.
Spilled out around you.
Unwilling to be ignored.
She opens the way.
Out.
So that the pleasures and treasures.
Can find their way in.
So that you can unbind yourself.
From the pain of ways.
Never meant for you.
Freeing you.
To unfurl.
Your magic.
Into the world.
Into your Self.
Her song is one of the wild.
Untamed.
With notes breaking over glass.
In ways that make it so easy.
To shed the skin of the expected.
And step into the adventure.
That stretches out.
Far and wide.
Before you.
The Siren of The Unfurling is available for purchase.
She is $125.
You can find her and the rest of the Sirens here:
https://www.joannadane.com/sirens-of-summer
Please note, the background is not included with the Siren.
Unfurlingly yours~
Jo Anna
OMG. Tears. . .
I am continuing to unfurl in the nursing home. Once I got to the hospital, I could feel it, an unwrapping of my true self. I never noticed when I put her away. I know I was depressed, just as now, I do not know if it is because of the Effexor, or the unfurling of my self. I recognize her, and I hugged her, and told her how glad I was to be with her again.
And all of the things you have written have formed th rich soil in which she can grow. Thank you.