& my body is a sacred emblem of my sexuality.’
- Georgia Fitzgerald
Georgia’s lifes-work, is all about coming home to the body, realizing that her mission is to help other women express themselves through that connection...
She has and still endures a slow and deep process towards body empowerment. Her photography was always in search to free it and her writing to reclaim it. Using these mediums throughout different chapters in her life, the themes still remain - love, loss, trauma, healing, femininty, abuse, migration.
Poetry is her gut-life response to trauma, the link of communication from the throat to womb, her survival medicine, to write is for her to stop and feel time.
After moving around a lot nomadically, in a world where everything is always changing. The concept of ‘home’ stopped making sense to her a long time ago. Georgia realised home can only be felt in the heart, somewhere deep in the body. To write and express is that is the only constant truth...
So, how come we are always trying to escape from the body? As if we are trapped inside it, living as a foreigner.
Who owns your body?
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Guilt, violence, regret, all these non-physical things?
Could love, trust and acceptance ever live here?
Is there a common humanity of women who at times can’t bare to look at down at themself in the shower or bare naked in the mirror? How can one body bring so much pain and how did that pain even get there in the first place?
Sometimes we don’t know the answers... But that journey of not knowing how ‘something’ began in the first place, is where we begin to find love for oneself again. In fully surrending to all the confusion, no matter how deep-in-the-shit you are.
Walking back into yourself, the child you, the teenager you, the you now, who’s still inside of you... Is where we find the courage, release, self-worth and control to come back home, again.
From the moment we are born many of us fear death, this feeling of ‘done wrong’ resides in our body, collectively carrying around this burden of shame. Dead before we are even dead.
Some of us though, look beyond the horizon and can see that the body is a means to learn/unlearn, a machine, an instrument, a temple and a teacher. A tool for spiritual engagement, to go deep and reach places not many will go.
Georgia realizes this the more she experiments with meditation. Her experience tapping into out-of-body states helps her understand the magical depths of sensitivity, beyond the physical realm, we as humans are capable of if we become aware with control - there is so much more than what meets the eye.
Sometimes things can’t be understood but just felt and its through these feelings of gratitude to just simply be given the lifetime to understand the gift of being, alive. To feel its bitter pain but at other times sweet and find the strength to realize that sweetness is everywhere, if we are willing to look.
“You are welcome here, always, this place belongs to you, nothing was your fault and I still love you. Truth comes after years of rain, this is your first and last home.” - Rupi Kaur.
The body talks
Hot wax down my back,
Cold milk down my breasts
Sweet honey up my thighs
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Ecstasy.
Deep passion in her thighs
And
Lust on her lips.
Tied up in the bondage,
Of desire.
//
Alone bare naked, wrapped up in his darkness
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Oozing wet, laying hollow.
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Pulsing, pulsing, pulsing… enough.
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Body in a frenzy, mind in a bliss
//
Breathing,
Feeling,
Coming.
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How do you tame
A wild mind
Who’s soul is starving.
Sick to the belly,
Craving love.
Like a fire running wild, wrapped up in his heat, coming on strong. I just can’t shift it, I just can’t put it out, burning me up inside.
Full of nectar,
Ready to be sucked.
//
Are you starting to realize
The only relationship
You can truly have,
Is the one with yourself.
…
All the rest
Comes & goes
Wanting to be together, but
Free at the same time.
- Love sick.
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Why share your deepest depths, if it is going to be shared with the world?
In the end
All we want
Is to share our pleasures
With one,
Another.
These triggers that just keep firing me back to the pain.
//
How can I let you
love me in all my
Flaws.
When I can't even
Accept them in
Myself.
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Trust each moment
To give a little more
Then the last
You are so full of presence,
You can fill the entire universe with it.
What are you escaping?
Thinking
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What would it be like for the day
If you just felt
Instead of
Think?
- Bliss
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Your only limits
Is your thoughts
Let’s just be here,
Immersed fully in the moment.
Feeling not thinking,
Living not imagining.
Expectations, labels… How can you define something?
When you give it no time to grow.
Look at all your successful relationships, how do they last?
Time, space, no judgement.
We cross over, to remind one another
When to
Stop,
Wait,
Or go.
Breaking away from attachments
&
Finding new ones
Empty without him,
Empty with him
- love sickness.
I am ok, just as I am.
Nobody understands me - I can’t even understand myself.
Floating on this bed of uncertainty,
Surrendering to not knowing
Darkness.
Close not casual
Time stops with you
But
You also stop time
Be light & detached
Be curious & playful
If you are reading this
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It’s because you have,
Time.
How great is it when you dance
& just let your body
Urges & feelings
Take over
Its beautiful.
2 clouds kiss, becoming 1, losing their heads, merged in each others breath, lost in space.
Like the cold, hard, tip of the lemon,
Bitter and sweet,
Suck me both.
Aftertaste.
Can I be secure but free?
Money, sex, companionship.
Lust, apathy… a-p-a-thy.
Write what fears you the most.
https://vimeo.com/272589297
You could be anything… A dancer, an artist, a yogi.
But what’s most important above all?
To be in love with yourself.
I think it really comes down to feeling good in your body… sex, food, people.
Whatever intoxicates you, let it impassion you, let it inflame you, let it give you ease and also cause dis-ease.
Then be ready to let go of it all and start again.
Because the only thing we know for sure, is change.
Nothing stays the same, everything flows.