The Womb and the Volcano

The Womb and the Volcano are one and the same.

I am inhabited by this restlessness again, something inside me wants to be expressed. The volcano image keeps coming up to me. A quiet mountain, still and unmoving. From the outside everything is quiet, for some it might even look dead. 

Inside there is a whole process taking place, cooking up, transforming, boiling up, emerging. It is all in a silent and internal way. The volcano just keeps it for itself, but it trusts, it is so connected with nature because its body is nature itself. The lava is the boiling nectar of existence coming up in the perfect timing, exposing itself to the outer world when it is ready, not before, not after. Coming out of the apparent silence and stillness and revealing itself in its wholeness, bringing an unstoppable energy of transformation, of rebirth.

It might be seen as absolute destruction, because it is coming here to let all structures burn down into the ashes so new structures, more whole, more natural, more pure, can emerge. The lava is not just a dead fire, but a very alive ground for transformation, the richest soil for growth and nourishment. 

The Womb and the Volcano are one and the same, containing the natural wisdom in silence, unseen. It is time to bring the biggest eruption the Earth has seen, so feminine, such lightness, burning all illusion, letting the unreal to fall by its very own weight. Rebirth awaits.