This is my entry to Hiro Boga’s giveaway, running for the month of June over at her beautiful bloggy home.  On the theme of sovereignty, the entry ask is to write/sing/paint/create something that tells the story of how you rule your world.

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I’m practising (imperfectly) to communicate non-violently.  Taking a candle to the places where I find myself tensing, attempting to love the barriers down.
Cus I’m planning on moving in to Rumi’s field.
Cus my aim is to rule with compassion, strength & vulnerability.

I write myself permission notes.
Cus it’s okay to be where I am.
Cus things change when I give them permission to be there.
Cus I want love, allowing & honouring to seep into the crevices of my life.

I lie down, semi-supine, a minute at a time.
Cus rest is the first duty of the Queen.
Cus my body asks me to.
Cus I’m getting better at listening, and learning.

I seek out community.
Cus it makes my heart happy.
Cus I long to contribute.
Cus being honoured with with another person’s vulnerability humbles me (time & time & time again).

I’m learning (repeatedly) the gentleness required to lean into the scary things.
Cus trust is a visceral experience.
Cus I’ve got dreams waiting for their wings.
Cus empathy is always – yes, without exception, my love – the answer.

I read novels in hot bubble baths.
Cus I need reminding that doing things for pleasure is not only okay, it’s important.

I talk to sad, scared parts of myself.
Cus I want to bring them back into wholeness.
Cus I want everyone to experience belonging.
Cus there’s spaciousness & freedom in responsibility & making space for.

I’m taking peeking, sideways glances at power.
Cus I want power-with.
Cus the concept of power still freaks me out.
Cus power and vulnerability go hand in hand, and things kept in the shadows can only exert their influences shadowly.

I’m getting acquainted with the difference between a closed heart and lack of resources.
Cus when I say ‘no’ I want it to be because of the latter, not the former.
Cus rest is still the first duty of the Queen.

Dragon-slaying was outlawed some time ago, and has been replaced with a two-part course in boundary-setting and dragon-befriending (cus it ain’t nice to have fire blown at you, but it turns out the dragons only do that because they’re scared of being run through with a spear).

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Comment Zen!
The usual non-advices, safe space, and space for everyone’s experience!  (Including mine!)  Plus exclamation marks!
Adorations to everyone  x