Being a woman for me is allowing my tender heart to feel more, to bleed more, to heal more.
It is allowing the tears to penetrate into the depth of my sacred womb and remember what is possible.
It is feeling the cycle of my body in perpetual motion as it relates to the moon and the stars and the sun.
It is giving birth to my own son, meeting the dark threshold of the other side to be returned to the belly of the earth once again and to continue this life, as her daughter.
It is waking up in the middle of the night tending to my sick child, whether or not I am well.
It is making a soup and sweeping the floor, it is washing the clothes and making sure that we, each of us in our family, are taken care of by the light of the sun.
It is dancing in the blue light hour, alone and together with the hawk and the trees and the fox and the dove, knowing that we all bear witness to nature’s sacred turning.
It is eating the wind and making the tea, and every single day sinking ever deeper into the exquisite beauty of her force, through me.
And it is giving thanks to a thousands tears of electric beauty, the truth of this world born through her presence, ever evolving, ever rising
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Beautiful 💛