There is a certain ache that lives in the heart of the spiritual woman. The one who has sat in ceremonies. The one who knows the medicine. The Daughter of Oshun, The one who still longs to be met fully, completely, reverently. This letter is for her. A prayer, a mirror, and a spiral home.
The Daughter of Oshun Who Has Walked the Sacred Path
To the woman who has walked the path of the priestess, who has sat in sacred circles, who has studied lineages, tribes, and traditions, who knows the language of rituals and archetypes…
You’ve done the work.
You’ve delved deep into mysticism.
You’ve poured yourself into healing, committed to the path of the mystic.
And yet something still hasn’t landed.
Because when the ceremonies are over and the inner work is complete, the ache returns.
The Daughter of Oshun and the Ache That Remains
The familiar heartbreak. The repeated pattern. The deepest longing.
To be met fully. To be seen.
To have your sacred longing mirrored back.
To be loved in the way your soul remembers.
There is electricity in the connection, something that feels like recognition.
But the ache returns, like a patient teacher, reminding you:
You often offer your tenderness too soon, before checking if the connection can hold it.
The bond becomes unbalanced, and once again, you are left holding it all.
The Daughter of Oshun and the Famine of the Feminine
In these moments, you might whisper, “What’s wrong with me?”
You question whether you were too open, too trusting.
But this was never about being too much.
It was about offering your sacred waters to a vessel that was never meant to hold them.
Your longing is sacred gold.
But when left unmet, it becomes famine.
And famine becomes pursuit.
And pursuit is the enemy of magnetism.
As Clarissa Pinkola Estés wrote, “Wolves in famine will kill indiscriminately.”
When the feminine is starved of presence and slowness, she reaches without discernment.
Not because she is foolish, but because her hunger overtakes her instincts.
The sacred becomes scattered.
You pour into what cannot hold you.
You feed what cannot nourish.
The Daughter of Oshun and the Illusion of Spiraling
It’s tempting to believe you are spiraling, integrating, growing, healing.
But not every circle is a true spiral.
Some are loops in disguise.
The same ache. The same ending. The same tears.
You’ve gathered wisdom like sacred stones.
You’ve laid them carefully, like breadcrumbs through the dark.
But not all breadcrumbs lead you home, even when they glitter like gold.
True spirals shed.
They move inward.
Into truth. Into stillness. Into sovereignty.
The Daughter of Oshun and the False Template of Healing
Most women have been handed a distorted healing blueprint:
Be fully actualised, self-sufficient, and spiritually mature… then you’ll be ready for love.
This template mimics the masculine, goal-oriented, linear, productive.
It mirrors capitalism more than it mirrors the cosmos.
It turns softness into something to be earned.
But the feminine doesn’t unfold through striving.
She softens open. She descends.
The Daughter of Oshun Must Listen to Her Body
You’ve taken the courses.
You’ve sat with medicine.
You’ve journeyed far.
But your body still flinches in the face of intimacy.
Because your nervous system doesn’t feel safe.
When healing stays in the mind, it becomes performance.
When you override the body’s truth, you drift from your radiance.
Not because you’re broken.
Because radiance cannot be faked.
Magnetism is not a mindset, it is a somatic state.
You will never feel chosen until you stop abandoning yourself to be chosen.
You must choose you.
Spiral inward.
Meet the girl who’s been waiting.
The Wounded Orphan Archetype Within
Beneath the longing lies a younger self, the orphaned girl.
She who learned to reach instead of receive.
She who is still waiting to be held, even in adult friendships.
When you cannot hold yourself, it becomes difficult to hold others.
You crave support, but rarely offer it back.
This imbalance is often felt as emotional unavailability, or its twin, neediness.
It’s the ache to be mothered, to be chosen, to be safe.
But when it governs relationships, it overwhelms the field.
This orphaned part of you keeps looping, seeking rescue.
But what she truly longs for is your presence.
Not another ceremony. Not another lover.
But you.
Coming Home to Your Own Breath
There is a place in you that remembers.
Before the teachers.
Before the heartbreaks.
Before the striving.
A place that knows you were never meant to ascend out of your ache,
but to spiral into it.
Like moonlight on riverwater.
The spiral is the medicine.
The stillness is the portal.
Your softness is the gate.
You don’t need to earn love.
You don’t need to over-function.
You don’t need to perform devotion.
You only need to come back to where you left yourself.
To the girl who waited in doorways.
To the woman who finally stays.
Resources for the Feminine Famine
If you are navigating this hunger for love and radiance, you may also find these writings supportive:
- From Clingy to Confident: Turning Neediness Into Your Greatest Strength
- The Power of Sacred Sexuality: Protecting Your Energy and Self Worth
And from other sacred voices:
🌙 Final Invitation to the Daughter of Oshun
If you see yourself in these words — if you’ve danced the spiral and still find yourself circling the ache — there is deeper work calling you.
This is the kind of soul work we explore inside my Mystery School: not just healing, but true descent and reclamation.
➤️ Come see what’s unfolding…
Divine Sex: A Priestess Path
This isn’t a course. This is a return. A remembrance. A sacred initiation.
- 8 sacred transmissions for feminine erotic remembrance
- Rituals, reflections & journal prompts in each module
- Optional audio library for immersive temple listening
For the woman who’s done the work, but knows there’s a deeper homecoming waiting.
Enter the Temple
About the Author
Claire is a writer, intuitive healer, and mystic weaving the feminine through story, ritual, and lived experience. Through her blog she shares sacred insights on spiritual growth, personal power, and the soul’s deep remembering. Her work is rooted in Earth wisdom, emotional depth, and the kind of tenderness that transforms. She believes magic is not something we find, but something we uncover within ourselves.
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