An open letter to the RISING WOMEN of the new world and our allies.
That a woman feels deeply safe, held, and happy within her own body, should not still be a revolutionary act. And yet, It absolutely is. 20 years into the 21st century, and to see a woman radiating a true confidence, a deep self love and a true self container of healing and abundance, is absolutely a revolutionary act.
Because the Me Too movement is not just a movement. It’s a reality. The reality that I dare say that every single woman on the planet has, or knows someone who has lost the right to feel safe in their own skin.
A woman who has taken harmful contraceptives,
Fallen out of rhythm with her natural cycles,
Only to find many years later she can no longer give birth.
A woman who has been to the waiting room of semi legal or illegal abortion clinics,
Alone, to deal with the heartache of what it means to be,
“The boss of your own body.”
And yet, many of those same women,
Had that very right taken away from them,
When they were violated by hands or worse,
That were never granted entry to their sacred temples.
A woman who has lost that which is most sacred to her,
To be the Dueña of her own body.
Or worst of all,
A woman who covered her bruises with makeup,
And fell out of touch with friend,
To be found lifeless in her own “home”.
I am all of those women. And they are all me.
Not every one of these stories has befallen me in this lifetime. But I assure you at least one of them has. And all of them, and thousands more have marked the bodies and wombs of my sisters and my ancestors.
The body is a temple you say. I used to think so too. I would have thought the very word temple meant safety. But this has never been true. As we all well know by now, the sacred appearance of powerful spaces does nothing if not hide the truth which resides there.
Love yourself.
Heal yourself,
Plastered over every advert in modern day life,
That is the key.
And of course I do agree,
I'm a living, walking , breathing advert,
For the self love, heal yourself campaign.
But let's not forget this is still part of the game.
Do you know the years and tears it takes to mend a broken heart? Well times that by a thousand when you speak of a broken universe,
A broken womb,
A broken Yoni.
This is all so heavy, Don’t you think?
It’s very intense!
Don’t get so angry.
We shouldn't talk of such things.
Focus on the light.
Yes of course. I am getting there. But don’t you know, before the ascent, there must be a descent? And before you look up, please look inward and outwards.
Look at what's happening around you.
Women are still not safe,
In their own homes,
Their own bodies!
And yet that is where they do their best healing.
Because they know,
That whilst a temple may no longer be safe,
That women are by very design,
NATURE .
A forest which will rebirth after the most ravenous of fires,
A secret stream that will bring new life,
A hidden bird who survived the storm,
They are, we are, at our essence,
The nature
The sacred source
The Goddess
The divine incarnate.
And so when you see a woman in deep connection, trying to access that powerful light,
let her. Respect her space and her journey within.
If you see she is empty, take no more. Allow her to fill herself, to heal like never before.
The process of rebirthing a forest is long.
The layers of the trees must re grow,
The birds must refind their song,
If you are allowed to accompany such a journey,
Honour the treasure you hold.
The letter is closed,
The rest is prose,
Follow the pages ,
To find the close.