La Selva Te Abraza

She Who Watches
“La Selva Te Abraza” – The Jungle Embraces You

300 cm x 120 cm

She had been wandering for moons, carrying stories stitched into her skin by a world that forgot how to listen. Her body was tired from holding so much. Her heart from loving so deeply and being left behind.

And so, she surrendered.

She climbed the sacred Ceiba, the tree of life whose roots drink from the underworld. There, high above the forest floor, she curled into herself, not in fear, but in devotion. As if remembering how to be held by something bigger.

Leaves leaned in. Vines stilled. The very air became warm and sentient. And from the shadows, she emerged. The jaguar. Watching. Guarding.

There are those in the old stories who say the jaguar is the gatekeeper between worlds. The one who travels in both light and dark. Who knows the ways of death and rebirth. Life/Death/Life-cycle, as Clarissa Pinkola writes about in Wild Women Who Runs with the Wolves. She is not to be feared. She is to be honored.

And now she has come.

Not to awaken her. Not to guide her. But to witness her sacred rest. To protect the moment a woman chooses to lay down the weight of becoming, and simply be.

No masks. No movement. No performance.

Just breath. And bone. And belonging.

The leaves whispered,
"La Selva Te Abraza" — The Jungle Embraces You.