For the woman who’s been stretched too thin.
For the mother who needs her roots back.
For the sacred one who gives and gives—now it’s time to receive.
Hold a piece of Red Jasper.
Or step outside barefoot.
Lean against a tree.
Kneel in your garden.
Let the Earth hold you.
Let her remind you: you are never alone.
Now speak this aloud:
**“I call back my energy.
I call back my power.
I root myself in the truth of who I am.
Red Jasper, ground me.
Tree spirits, root me.
Garden soil, hold me.
Let me rise from the soil of my own strength.
No more leaking.
No more pleasing.
I am not a martyr.
I am not a machine.
I am a mother, a miracle, a movement.
And I matter.”**
This is your re-rooting.
This is your homecoming.
This is the Earth remembering you.
—The Rebel Roses