Savage Daughter, Wyndreth Berginsdottir

Ive been quietly singing this song all year, enjoying the feeling of calm and power it brings. But, after my mother passed, it took on a whole new meaning. I am and always have been my mothers savage daughter. But I have this problem of not stepping into my personal power; of not trusting in myself, of being scared to take up space, of being terrified to be seen. I suppose this is an exercise in self expression. It s taken me three months to put this together. I realize its not perfect this strange thing kept happening where the more I tried to redo it, to fix it, the worse it got. What was supposed to be easy and fun became an exercise in immense patience and persistence, in learning how to hold ceremony, and in letting go of expectations. I needed to let go of caring about how this turned out for the sake of performance. I was reminded that the more you grasp at or push something, the more it escapes you. I learned a lot about holding space for sacred stillness to