Lessons from my Jade Egg #022


There is a cave in the South of France called La Grotte aux Oeufs. The Cave of Eggs.

It is little known and sacred.

It is a vagina of rock taking you steeply, dramatically into the womb of the mountain. It is wet. It is pitch black.

I went with my sisters, I was excited and couldn’t wait to get there. I stepped down into the cave. My breath caught, my heart pumped, I turned on my heels and clawed my way out of there.

They stayed in that cave and sang. They loved it there, inside that womb. I waited outside in the sun.

I began to comprehend how much fear was in my pelvis.

Sonja Lockyer