Alexandra Roxo | Embodied Spirituality + Transformation

When there’s something big moving through my life I go quiet on socials. I pull my energy towards myself, I drop into prayer, and I become still. If you ever don’t see me on socials it’s a sign I’m either in a tough time or an ecstatic one ! Both require full attention and as new parts of my being are activated- or old ones- I am weary to speak too much. It’s time to be with the moment instead.

From today’s IG post. Self shattering…a continuous journey ❤️‍🔥

Beliefs are one thing Practice is another The body is where they meet

Landed in NYC, walked a block, saw a rat run over with its guts out, one minute later a man walked by with a huge bundle of sage lit, cleansing the block. Unrelated. Worked for me!

Every little risk or leap we take is SOMETHING worth celebrating. It’s such a deep programming for many of us to forget to STOP and celebrate what we have cultivated, accomplished and created and the ways we have stretched beyond our comfort zones into growth. It may sound basic but it’s not. It’s essential.

Hair dancing from open window Down highways of red heart days And hot bright nights Swimming amidst The wild ends of time

Pomegranate hearted Tidal pool eyes reaching into depths of infinite strange- Alive like lightning Waking up the sleepy Weary hearts calling for mama Dripping honey humor She moves Like night Dancing with the darkened Skies of spinal cords Plugged into star shaped sockets Of truth tellers And wayfarers Fire starters Naked as nectar Dropping from cracked apples Melted in the sun

Writing Prompt: The woman I want to be known as…

When the deepest art you create- Is your ability to transmute The deep pain The cry on the kitchen floor Flooded like Alice Nearly drowning Heart cracked open Red ribbons of blood running around you like a sadistic Maypole Kind Of Pain That deep pain Is the clay For our art The notes for music The words for poems The fuel for catharsis For some this visit would cripple Drown Flatline But not us When that Dark Side of That Deep Pain Comes to visit It is show time

Don’t forget kissing, holding each other, planting seeds, growing, growing, laughing, laughing, loving, loving, don’t forget to find solace in morning cuddles, and cups of tea.

Being a woman means being in an ongoing shift of costume, spirit, need, desire. Badass babe, get shit done, love the planet, weirdo 4 life, sex goddess, soft tender flower, all of it, welcome, needed, true.

Why were the back of all my dresses stained upon my return? Honey drips, dotting their insides... How come your tongue traced my eyelid, touching the white of my eyeball, sucking it out of its socket? Do all lovers suck eyes and feet, and inhale musky armpits, as if they’re sniffing drugs, when they meet?