Artists are Alchemists

Rise of the wild feminine

Life is textural.

All seasons play a part in our creation. 

The Divine feminine experiences ascension in a deep embodied, rhythmic way. A way that is intrinsically connected with the Earth.

Initiations come as key portals of growth, should we choose to see them in that way.

As we ascend higher our roots grow deeper. 

As we become more Divine we become more human. 

Without going into too much detail, my family has just experienced a significant timeline shift in the form of a life changing medical emergency. 

Long story short, it’s still tender and raw but everything will be okay. I’m okay, our little girl is okay and our baby is doing just fine in mamas womb. Time will heal all.

During those intense few days, from the outside I could be perceived as a heavily pregnant woman, with a preschooler clinging to her legs, eyes red and inflamed from hot tears. Marmite sandwiches crammed into a stroller pocket (because a mum is always prepared). From the inside though, I felt clear and focused, strong and poised. 

During these fast paced hours and days I became wolf like, primal, sharply instinctual, fiercely protective of my pack. I could smell a potential threat in the hospital hallways. I was present, clear and focused. I knew what to do in the moment, there was no time to second guess or overthink. Things moved so fast. 

This primal animalistic sense that all woman possess, is our natural super power. I’ve come close to this feeling before, in a visceral way during the natural birth of my daughter. But this brush with her wild essence was a lot more conscious. And I welcomed her, with wide open arms.

Now that she’s here and I see clearly her true, organic, earthly power, I am changed. 

In the days following the event, when I had a quiet moment to myself I felt it important to capture her energy. An artist must make her art. 

To record what she feels like, in order to conjure her consciously whenever I need too. I’ve been working with the embodiment of archetypal energy for the past 5 years and it’s been life changing. 

Here are some of my documentaries;

Wild woman

Primal, instinctual, raw, body/gut response, swift, present, may have chaos around her but she’s focused. Both the wild hurricane and the calm eye. Mystery, emotion, experiences immediate and intense timeline shifts, she’s our physical strength as we navigate life on Earth. Straddling both surrender and calm self control, she’s focused, fierce, in clarity not confusion, courageous and confident. Feet firmly planted.

And the following is a diary of sorts, its my personal experience of ways in which she has come forward.

Her medicine is olive oil slicked pasta with cashew cream sauce and sharp cheese, savoured while sitting in the sun.

Her light language is soft encouraging words spoken at 4am when his pain meds are running low. 

Her temple is her warm home, holding the hushed sounds of sleeping.

She wears not a facade, but a cloak of centred strength as she smiles and greets others at the kindergarten gate, while holding back tears.

The more Divine she has become, the more human. 

The taller she has stretched to the light, the deeper her roots have grown.

She saw angels all around her in the hospital cleverly disguised as health professionals. 

She whispered quietly to herself as the events unfolded in the emergency department, “not yet, not yet, I promise I will give you time and space to fall apart, but not yet”.

Her mantra became, ‘thank you Jesus’.

The man that is her pillar of grounded strength now needed HER to take on that role, and she stepped up with determination and devotion.

She wrote in her notes app from the hospital car park, “Feeling the fullness of my emotions is the safest place to be”.

She writes freely and expressively, the filters are fading away. 

There is a new depth to her work, a power that only comes through experiencing the grit of life and welcoming it is as a change maker and portal of possibility.

Artists are alchemists. Nothing is truly a tragedy unless you fail to make something beautiful and meaningful from it. 

My ability to self regulate, to see the bigger picture, to be rooted in love not fear is directly due to the nourishment I have given myself and my art over the years. I have rich reserves, which comes from a life lived in alignment. I have traversed my own depths, witnessed my own shadows, been though my own awakenings disguised as traumatic medical events.  

The veils have not just thinned they have been stripped away. There is a need to witness and fully experience the all seasons of life. Not just the fluffy or light filled, but the edgy, gnarled and bone deep truths. 

“The deepest work is usually the darkest” - Clarissa Pinkola Estes, woman who run with the wolves.

As I’ve said before, if you are a lightworker you are also a shadow worker.

The wisdom keepers are those who are here, heart open, to experience the full width and breadth of life. Not to simply dance on the edges, dipping their toe in now and then. But to go to the darkest places the lowest points and hold it all. The divine feminine does not turn away from the pain of the world, she runs toward it.

There is a new inner strength that has been anchored through this period. A rawness that is ready to unfold in my art and words. I have been baptised by the fire and my mission has been ignited in the process.

From my tender, strong heart to yours,

Sarah