Letters by Sarah:
Côte Vermeille, the Sleeping Dragon and the Goddess of Love.
Letter XIV | Spring MMXXVI | words: Sarah Woods
Where a sleeping dragon awakens each goddess of love who enters the port. Breathing her new life, and awakening… her true golden light.
I sat looking to the mountains with the sea to my back, and felt the truth of the Earth soften through the layers of light hitting the Massif des Albères.
Within my cave of knowledge, I knew love lived here. Buried deep within the truth of Earth, it was laying dormant, protected by a sleeping dragon. With every step I took, there was a crumbling of untruth under my feet. It was as if I was living a real-life game of Tetris. My heart, the earth, a perfect fit for the lies to dismantle and only pure love to reign.
Buried deep within the truth of earth, it was laying dormant like a sleeping goddess.
Breaking through the tough exterior of the small fishing village, the love buried deep beneath the colourful houses emancipated. A rare portal only ancients and artists of the past were able to access, the earth could finally breath in its truth.
The heart beats.
I felt the embrace of home once again. I felt the infinity of my heart while I basked under the Mediterranean Sun. A dream evoked within me, reminding me of my importance and nothingness. My image as a star felt the warmth of its true match, I knew my mission was being fulfilled. A remembering of my true golden light.
My image as a star felt the warmth of its true match, I knew my mission was being fulfilled. A remembering of my true golden light.
I sat in my writing spot. Drifting into a space of heart and oneness with all.
And then, a bird shit on me.
You can’t sit too long in these spaces of being. You are a fierce flame of love, and now is the time to act.
I could hear the chamber of my heart’s wisdom ripple through my body. Opening my eyes, Bruno appeared.
“Again, Sarah! Anyways… I made a special coffee for you.”
avec amour, Sarah
commentary: In France there’s a saying, jamais deux sans trois. Never two, without three. (A bird has shit on me three times at Bruno’s!) The Goddess of Love isn’t a relic, a destination or a statue. And romance for her, is an after-thought. She is all of us to embody. These awakening times are about a union with our true golden light, and the guts to make a new choice (rather than sit in danger…) so that love becomes real.
XXX
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