Fall

I think there’s always this unspoken fear of falling.

That maybe we will fall too far to get up.

This worry that to fall is to fail.

But what if I fall?!

When in reality, I want to fall so hard.

I want to fall so deep into the abyss that I never return.

I want to get lost in the entirety of my mind and within the natural cycles of Mother Nature.

Tuned into a different wavelength than the norm.

I want to dance naked around the fire with absolutely no care and have it be so obvious that I’m within that abyss that people think, “well amber fully fell, didn’t she?”

Yes. I fell into every puddle, every star scape evening, every flower garden, every dancing circle.

I want to fall for the women who we’ve lost that weren’t given the chance.

I want to fall and know that the many women that fell before me will be holding me within their spirit.

I want to howl at the moon and stomp when I walk because there is no fear in taking space.

I want to become the space between real life and intimacy.

Intimately making love to the earth and myself.

And oh yes, definitely myself.

The free fall into pure joy, where judgement and restriction holds no place.

To fall is to be free.