Venus rising

I asked my body gently. What do you need to connect and reconnect with your erotic and sensual nature? Show me. Let me listen deeply. Go to the spa. So I did. The sun in my face. Cold breeze on my wet skin. Light magic when my body was transformed to liquid gold when the sun rays hitting the water and my naked body.

The sunset. The heavens on fire. The warm bubbly water. The cold air. The bonfire. And then, on the still blue sky, with the sun setting, a bright light is rising. Venus Rising. Full body chills. My answer right there. Venus Rising. I know, the feminine is decenting. Downwards. Earth. Blood. Flesh. And still from the deep roots in the dark soil, Persephone is rising from the Underworld. Venus is rising on the night sky. Rising and decenting. In spirals. Non linear. Cycles. Loops. To let go, surrender. To rise in power. To drop to my knees. To let the newborn Sun forever penetrating me.

So yes, it sparked something in me. The wetness between my legs. The urge to let myself becoming art. Naked. Soft. Melting. Open. Enjoy