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ARCHAEOLOGY FOR THE WOMAN'S SOUL by Corina Luna Dea

As women we have a special story to tell...

It is a story that binds us together through our inherent nature as Life Givers, Lovers and Nurturers. Like our Great Mother Earth, we have the innate pull to create and re-create, give birth and make anew what needs to be re-born from the ashes of pain or destruction. Everything we generate in this world in all areas of our lives flows from this place of knowing that our essential tendency is to love, protect, nurture and give of ourselves for the sake of others, for the sake of life itself.

I've found that each of our stories live not in the messiness of events or people who love or hurt us, but in the meaning we give to those encounter...Having only discovered in 2011 that I can write in this way, Archaeology for the Woman's Soul was born in the aftermath of claiming my freedom once more in my life. But something was different: There was no anger left in me, no judgment, no regrets. Claiming my freedom this time was an act of pure self-love, not because I loved less, but because I finally learned to love myself more...

Archaeology for the Woman's Soul

Oh! Woman…
When the day breaks free
When the night unfolds
When naked you stand in front of the world,
Within the silence of your eyes
What passion stirs your magnificent heart?
What story wants to unfold?
What lovers from the past come to your mind?
What dreams want to have
A real and meaningful life?

Perhaps you want to know
Who am I now?
Who have I become
What forces made me who I am
Wondering,
How can I change if I choose so?
Your story, your pain, your hopes,
Your Voice…
All concealed they are deep within the void
Hidden from your sight
Waiting for your heart
To split wide open
And journey far beyond
To an enchanting land
Imbued with your dreams and visions,
The place in your heart
Where all becomes real
Where all dimensions collide…
Where time and space no longer make sense
The world you can’t see with your eyes
Suddenly becoming deeply profound…
Your eternal Soul fully embracing
The challenges you came on this Earth
To learn from and overcome.

So, let us take this journey together
To the depth of your Being
Awaken, Woman
Worship your Truth…
Unleash your Voice…
Open your Consciousness…
Dream your Dreams
Envision the world you want to create
‘Cause nothing stands in your way
Once your mind and heart
Become intertwined.
Your power is beyond measure
You just have to believe
That everything you need
Is already within…
Manifesting all
Your passions and yearnings,
Longings and wildest desires.

(The excerpt above is from the Prelude of Corina's new book: Archaeology for the Woman’s Soul, available here)


Corina Luna Dea was born and raised in Communist Romania, and has resided in the US for over 30 years. She is a passionate Gypsy Soul, poet, writer, speaker and visionary of a new world, guiding women who lost their Voice to cultivate courage and resilience and overcome emotional wounding, adversity and social injustice. Through her Signature Program “Undoing the Silence of What Hurts-Reclaim Your Lost Voice”Corina teaches women how to write their story in poetry and share it with others. Her first book Archaeology for the Woman’s Soul was published in May 2018. To find out more about Corina, connect with her on Facebook, or visit her website here. 


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