SOMA Temple

In a bath of water and rose she crowned herself.

We were strangers in the ways of this life,
yet the soul knows the soul across lifetimes.
No stories exchanged, no histories told—
only the silent agreement of two women meeting in the realm of ritual.

She came with an intention clear as a blade:
to mark her passage into menopause not as a loss—
but as an ascension.

She entered the bath not for treatment.
Not for self-care.
But for ritual.
For return.

She wrote about this rite in words that hum with something ancient.
I am honoured to share them. The link is in comments and my bio

🌹 Thank you, beloved for trusting the waters that remember us before we forget ourselves.