Across the shores. Across the evers. Our song finds you. Finds the open spaces within you. The places of longing. Of wishes. And pulls you in. Pulls you close. It is what we do. It is who we are.
It is to those spaces. That we sing. For those are the points of connection. The soft wonderland of your humanity. It is in the wanting. That you can be met. That you can be seen. That you can be.
This is a song of wanting. And we ask for you to not be afraid. The ache of the want is powerful. A fire in and of itself. One too often denied. Out of fear. A fear of disappointment. A fear of weakness. A fear of the ache of the want consuming us.
But let us tell you. Your want is holy. A tender open pool. Awaiting your vision. Awaiting you. To want is to live. To let the fire. Meet your skin. And grow beyond. Letting it find itself and its pleasures. Over and over again.
To want. Is to step past the armor around your breath. And let the softness of your being. Meet the world. To want is to acknowledge. Your humanity. And to know. That not everything will be on your fingertips. That you will grow. Beyond what is in front of you. You will notice the lack. And seek to fill yourSelf. With next grand adventure.
The want is the siren’s call.
You may have been fed. The stories. That you should not want. That it will only bring more unbearable wanting. And we will tell you. There is truth to that. The want is never ending. Let yourself want anyway. It will propel you forward.
Your wants do not need to shake the whole wild world. They only need to rise from you. From the tender underworld of your being. From all those open spaces of magic not yet conjured. Let your wants be as they are. Let them be for you. For all.
Do not even worry. About fulfilling the want. Making it real. Every want will not be met. Each opens a door, whether we get what we want or not. The only way to stop the wanting is to dampen the fire. And that, you do not wish to do.
Let the wants rise. Let them dance. Open the doors. And let the wants spill out. Let them flood the oceans. Let them fan the flames.
Want. That is your work. That is your quest. Hear this song. And let yourSelf want. Wildly. Wonderful. Let yourSelf feel each want. Each need. Each desire. Let them all be seen. They are a celebration. Of your becoming.
Our time together draws near. One more day. One more song.
With love and fire~ The Sirens {the song will continue to be sung in small ways throughout the day. Fine it on Facebook, Instagram or over text. To receive the texts, text “hello to +1 (828) 202-8168 }