WOMEN RISE ROOTED IN LOVE by AnuMa Jackie Heydemann

Women Rising Rooted in Love

From deep within the Sacred Heart of the Magdalene

Women Rise Rooted

In the Eternal Mother

To give birth to a whole New World.

Women Rise Rooted

In Mother Earth's Fertile Ground

To nourish Life within and all around.

Women Rise Rooted

In their Sacred Bodies

To honor and celebrate Themselves.

Women Rise Rooted

In their Noble Heart

To sit on the Throne of Their Divine Love.

Women Rise Rooted

In their Fertile Womb

To create from deep Darkness within.

Women Rise Rooted

In their Yoni Temple

To live from their true Feminine Essence.

Women Rise Rooted

In their Divine Feminine Soul

To embrace Shadow and Light from inside.

Women Rise Rooted

In their Holy Body Temple

To embody the Sovereign Queen within.

Women Rise Rooted

In Who They truly are

To see and guide through the Eyes of Love.

Women Rise Rooted

From within the Source of Life

To transform, to alchemize

Anything within the Cycle of Life.

Women Rise Rooted

In the Power of Love

Deeply connected to their Sisters and Brothers,

To all living Beings whatever their Form

Creating and celebrating Life

Wherever we all come from.

AnuMa Jackie Heydemann: I consider myself to be a woman upon her path of wholeness, healing and holiness. I deeply honor Mother Earth and therefore my heart is broken by the loss of Nature's sacredness. I am a woman who is becoming a vessel of love for the Mother below and above. I am French but was born of various origins (German, Czech and Dutch), speaking, reading writing French, German and English. I am also the grateful mother of a 17 years old son. I was educated in France, Germany and the United States and have travelled to different countries in the world (Bali, Hawaï, Tunisia, England, Ireland, Switzerland...) I love writing and in gracious moments I am inspired by poetry: a way the Mother likes to speak to me. I live near the Mediterranean in the south-east of France. Nearby, there is a beach with a source coming directly from the mountains and a yoni-shaped cave. Actually, it is my temple. I love yoga, dancing, sharing in women's groups, reading, journaling...I am in contact with my deep inner JOY.

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