I Woke Up Knowing Something Shifted 🌒

it wasn't a dream, it was a calling

there are awakenings that come with the rising sun, soft and expected. and then there are the others that arrive uninvited. they do not knock. they enter like memory. like truth. like fire. this is about that kind of awakening. the kind that shifts your breath in the middle of the night. the kind that doesn’t ask if you’re ready, only if you’re willing. 🪞

something woke me…🔥

not the sound of birds or the stirring of morning.
not the hum of light brewing to rise.
not the subtle movement of morning’s past.

it was presence.
something wordless, deeply felt. ancient. old. a knowing.
it curled beneath my ribs and pressed into my spine,
a rhythm so intimately familiar and fiercely divine.

i didn’t know it by name. it didn’t care to say,
only that it was here to stay.
it carried the scent of forgotten prayers
that lay heavy on my pillow.

it carried the weight of every buried lie
and every truth left unsaid.
it carried stories of grandmothers,
and intricately weaved them into my head.

i was not ready.
i was not ready is what i said.
but yet, i rose.
i chose to soften and flow.

i rose, not out of obligation, but recognition.
not out of duty, but desire.
desire. desire. desire.
i am here to walk through this fire.
to answer the prayers.
to make my ancestors proud.
to finally stand up
and bravely wear the crown.

🐚

some awakenings don’t ask for permission.
they arrive like fire.
like the wind at the edge of a storm.
like the moment you finally stop lying to yourself.
like the moment you’re ready to open your eyes and see.

🕯️

have you ever been stirred from sleep
by something that felt like it remembered you?
have you ever been awakened by something unseen, deeply felt, that changed your life?

when sleeping women wake, mountains move.

with breath held between realms,
and a heart wide open to what stirs me,

ℒ𝒾𝓈𝒶,

𝒢ℴ𝒹𝒹ℯ𝓈𝓈 ℒ𝒶𝓀𝓈𝒽𝓊𝓃𝓂ℯ𝓉 🪷

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