At the crest of daybreak when the burning ball of love filled fire rises up
One ready red rose petal feels the heat.
That sensation
is all it takes.
One moment of awareness of what could be, and what IS to come is all she needs to feel the rising up.


Light and heat,
the initial scorch, touches the petal’s edges.
Same sting
as the single moment when she realizes
She is meant for more.
Crimson petal, capable of tempering the temperature
allowing the fervor to move slowly
radiate down to into the kindled receptacle, through the stem,
and into the roots at a speed that feels tolerable.
Graceful woman-child shares this trait
insights penetrating her being at a rate that doesn’t quite tear her apart.
Merging with the fight that life cyclically brings
Mellowing into the love of God.


Full to the brim with grace as she begins to expand her legs and arms
to embrace the higher love, sometimes disguised as a flare
Warmth brings comfort
Is it safety or is it transformation?
Is it safe to transform?


Petal by petal, a gradual and steady opening,
or perhaps a quick bursting flourish, some time in the making.
As the petal absorbs divine heat it begins to relax, toughness softens into fullest potential.
With the power of a marvelous force the rose has a new strength to blossom into a full and gorgeous creation.


She too is changing.
Might she be the red goddess rising?

Melting edges allow the woman to find her goddess power
to dance and grow fully into her beauty and vigor.
Out she comes as generously as the rose blooms
Free to flow
Free to be
Free to speak her every truth
Filled with radiance
Filled with love
Filled with God


With one fiery move grace seeps
from tips of her fingers to her toes on the ground
where the rich clay supports steps of a new bold woman.
She swishes her scarlet skirt, and fans the flames of change.
They continue to burn
but don’t burn her.
Holy holy heat brings a glow to her skin that wasn’t present before.
She may have spent an eternity curled like a fetus
protected by the tough red petals,
petals so rich in hue their opacity kept her blind
but the time has come
as the glow hits her face
boldness ensues.


Clarity radiates from her very being
in her breath
in her movements
in her heart
in her thoughts
in her words


The divinity emerges
and takes the rose into her strong and elegant fingers.
Twirling the stem, petals swirling
Movements mimic the churn of energy that used the pain
The fight wasn’t really a fight at all
The heat of the hurt desired to dance into clarity and power
Shifting served her


Red rose no longer needed for protection.
Rose so lovely,
now here always as a tiny reminder.
Grateful for
all that is needed
all that is welcomed
from the depths of the rich soil to the sky carrying the brilliant heat
and all that is in between.
The frightening spaces
The loving spaces
The ones that bring her to her knees
The ones the burst open her heart and fill it with radiance
permeated with GODLY love


Red Goddess Rising
it’s all that she IS. Divine Love. Love. Love.
it’s all that she BRINGS. Divine Love. Love. Love.


Written by Erin Browning

Changing the State ~ LOVE

Teachings are everywhere.  Even on a Saturday morning with a cup of coffee on Facebook.  Well, ESPECIALLY  in these circumstances.  My Facebook is now –MOSTLY– a feed of realness, truth tellers, lovers, thinkers.  Have weeded out what doesn’t suit my vibe.  I have culled down to the relevant, the most intriguing, all the brilliance that I can find.  So up pops this, from the fabulous Glennon Doyle Melton. three things.png

And her writing says something like  “Change is above our pay grade, let God change while we love”.  This is a paraphrase, but you get the essence.  And then it dawned on me…WHAT THE FUCK?!?!  All I am supposed do is love.  If this is true, couldn’t it apply to me as well??  I don’t change me, I love me, that love creates a change in state, a change in circumstance, a change in my spirit and my humanness. I’ve been digging deep into this since a spring cleanse, but this morning it shifted in a bigger way.   Not only does the story change when I bring God into the fold, love into it, but I change. I become that delicious goddess that dances by the moonlight & sings her song of love to sustain herself and draw in a tribe of the same juicy goodness.

I can see this in practical application all over my life! Bring God’s love to my body, that changes my body.  Bring God’s love to my health, that changes my health.  Bring God’s love to my work, that changes my work.  Bring God’s love to my finances, that changes my finances.  Bring God’s love to my relationships, that changes my relationships.  Bring God’s love to my ability to lead, that changes my ability to lead.  I don’t have to DO anything.

Inhale the love, Exhale the love.

Feel the love, give the love.

WOW. WOW. WOW. Love to you all ♥

A Fix

I am scattered everywhere. A different task from day to day, hour to hour, minute to minute even, and uncertainty rings true.  

What happens to my body during that uncertainty?  I want.  I crave.  

Not really my body. Maybe my mind, maybe my tongue, maybe my thoughts seeking to be distracted.  

There’s the key.  Seeking to be.  

I can’t seek to be.  

I can only be.

The endless seeking is a distraction from being.

In the past I would purge the uncertainty away.   Not so good at being in the hard feelings. I wanted to fix it.

The thought comes to mind and sensation that comes to body…

Need a fix.

A fix.  Interesting word choice.

A fix —  weed.  

A fix —  booze.  

A fix — vomiting.  

A fix — self deprivation.

A fix —  a excruciating run in the icy cold.  

A fix — the ding of a text.   

A fix — a zillion likes on a sexy pic.  

A fix — pizza and dr pepper.  

A fix —  the burn and pain of muscles from exercising to exhaustion.  

A fix —  the rush that comes from being good by getting rid of the bad foods.  

A fix —  coffee rushing into my blood like jet fuel.  

A fix — forcing myself to do a yoga set just so I feel accomplished.  

A fix — valium.

A fix — telling myself the most hateful words.  

A fix — feeling the bad shit — now that’s a true fix.  The kind that really does allow transformation to a fixed state of being and state of mind.  

A fix —  meditation.

A fix — prayer.

A fix — love.

A fix — love of me.

A fix — God.

A fix — seeing all of God’s goodness in me.
The fix is only found in the stillness of my heart.  Not when I am seeking.  Only being fully present in my body, in this particular space and time, heart, mind, soul, all aligned with the love only God can bring.