Sometimes the statements shared in our group circles start to sound like poetry. Here’s a poem that collectively wrote itself over the course of a 4 day retreat, channeled by the one and only Clare.

Whether you are a butterfly

or a spider on a silver string.

Whether you are a connector,

an elder,

or the leader of angels.

Your healing temple awaits.

Just step into it.

“Lay the fuck down.”

You have traveled miles across the dry desert.

Swing the doors open!

This temple of miracles is not the place to keep it together.

This is a place where laughter and tears are neighbors,

where grief is a precious family blanket.

Tune in!

Spirit whispering messages

You can’t unsee

Trust.

Your grief is precious.

You are so brave.

You know the truth.

Everything you need,

everything you have EVER needed

is right here inside of you.

You are the medicine.

Step in

Unmute

Know what’s important.

Your brainflower in full bloom

Your exploding fire heart.

Your moms loving beans

The steady,

metronomic

Love of a mother’s heart.

It all led you here

The necessary illusion

A perception of separateness,

The journey you needed

To earn your wings

You are enough

The long awaited homecoming

Your temporal existence just a reminder of this

Infinite love

Duh.