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By Jessica

My feet mould themselves

To the curves and valleys

Of these old stones

The aroma of ancestors

Seep through the rubber sole

Of my soft shoes

Into the creases of my toes

The arch of my foot smells the rhythms

Of their steps

Carrying them to market

To school

To visit friends

To work

To sing, dance

Walk beyond the cobblestone

To the shore

The fields

The hills

The woods

The sky wider

More free

More air

More time

For these cathedrals

Built on top of more ancient temples

Have already crested the summit of oppression

And exhaled to the other side

Remembering the importance of rest

And celebration

The stones in these walls

Have been torn down



By arms that have tired and died

And been reborn

All without the city spilling out of its skin

For it is alive inside itself

The stones here give rise to flowers

And dreams

And art

Dance and song flow from them

For they still live and breath

Like mountains

Covered in moss

They move with the heavings

Of Mother Earth’s breasts

As she sings the song of life

To all who live here

So loudly that most can still hear it

I can see this song in eyelashes smiling

Dancing feet walk

Molding to the contours of the cobblestones

Smelling the scent of the ancestors

Through their soles

Their souls

Still connected

Still remembering

What it means to be alive

Still able to feel

For the shackles of enslavement

Have worn too thin

To hold the vast freedom within

The sea of liberation has crashed against the stony shore

Of oppression

Too many times

For those walls to hold anyone inside any longer

It takes but a breath

Like blowing out a candle

To send those stones crumbling

I hold up my hand

In the wind

And aim its power

To all that is rigid

Add by breath to its song

Shake my hips to its dance

That these stones soften

And curve

With the creative pathways

Found in my thighs

Open portals that lead to sanctuaries

Like the wisdom in my womb

And carry me home on silken sails

That ride the waves of change

Jessica Huckabay is the founder of the Womb Centered Healing Temple and hosts Writing from the Womb Workshops weekly. Learn more about this and other offerings by exploring this site.

Evie is assisting Jessica to publish her work online

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