Thank you for this beautiful day of changing.
My shell is shifting, my skin is shedding, and I am uncomfortable with what is leaving me. Help me find the language to describe the discarding, the baring of my branches. Bring understanding so that I can welcome what is coming. When I am unsure about how to go forward, help me prepare for my new stage. Help me trust that I will love myself through it. Encourage me, when the time is optimum, to let go of what has passed.
When those around me are not gear to know my restored original spirit, soften me with the realization that if I am uncomfortable with my changing, they must be too. Let me be an example of becoming more whole while I am leaving unneeded parts of my previous shape behind. Startle my senses with cellular renewal, awakening my purpose and direction. Move me through the dark nights, and ease the pain of liquification inside the chrysalis. Excavate my soul’s gestural poetry, and help me find what is next with fluid movement. Unfurl my amp, untested wings and lift my willingness to the limitless skies.
Rouse my interest in the world I am seeing with newborn vision. Reinforce my sacred commerce with the Divine. Guide my hands to build altars to the portals of existence I can now pass through with ease. Protect me as I construct relationships that are more complex than those I have preciously known. Strengthen my small shelter in the woods, my room of one’s own to re-create, re-invent, and re-imagine.
Help me to weave healing medicine with my acquired gifts and experiences. Harmonize my fresh layer with knowing the meaning of the shift. Ease me through the other side, and set me down delicately to fully embody my unusual, more-me form. Clear me of any blockages that stop the flow of goodness from me, and the flow of goodness to me.
Salt me with grateful tears and cleansing rain. Bathe me in the distilled waters of evolution.
By, Pixie Lighthorse