She wakes

Feminine wisdom guiding us home

There is a feeling in the atmosphere, a certain kind of air that whispers ancient songs and prayers. I sense women attuning their senses towards this call, our ears have perked up and we are listening. The hum of the goddess has entered our field, it reverberates within the fibers of our being. She beckons us to dance, she invites us to soften in the moonlight, she is our most primal mirror and we are remembering ancient feminine codes.

I see women centering themselves, I see mothers setting boundaries, I see maidens lifting weights, eating abundantly and challenging toxic beauty standards. I see midlife women pouring into their cups, making art and accepting the natural flow of life. We are gathering, we are singing and remembering the essence of sisterhood, we thrive in our togetherness therefore we are exposing our mother wounds, tending to our broken hearts, softening our wombs and mustering the courage to trust one another. We are forgiving ourselves for the things we did not know, for our ability to abandon our intuition and cater to relationships that drained us. Our eyes are open, we wont ever sugar coat the truth, we are no longer protecting those that harmed us, we no longer feel responsible for our mother’s pain, no longer available for the drama. Women have stopped apologizing for having bodies, for having boundaries and for knowing what they know. Women are accepting their innate oracular nature and are trusting their sense-abilities to see beyond material existence.

We have traveled far and wide to find a glimmer of hope. We have experienced the type of loss and hardship that would break any man, and yet, the fire of experience refined us, we burned all that was false, we no longer fear our radiance, our power has returned. Our morality is not found in books or ancient scripture, our sense of righteousness is rooted in love and reverence for our bodies. We are tending to our vessel with utmost care and respect, with compassion and patience, we know our body as the oracle, she guides us with primal intelligence. Only those we deem worthy may access the landscape of our body. Only those who are aligned with their heart may enter our garden, only those who walk in beauty and work diligently on developing soul qualities have a seat at our table. Oh yes ladies, the standard is high, and while the journey may feel lonely at times, our peace is priority.

Women do not cater to despots, to those who play victim when a boundary is set, to those who are offended when their behaviour is exposed. Women no longer accept crumbs, women are choosing solitude over superficial relationships. Women are done making excuses for the people that have no capacity to show up in a good way. We are rooted in reality, our rose colored lenses are off, we see clearly, naturally we are having to feel the waves of grief because awakening is not for the faint, one must strengthen their will forces and maintain a sense of autonomy in order to alchemize years of self gas-lighting and self-neglect.

We are entering the era of discipline, of devotion because we are engaged in deep internal spiritual recalibration. We are integrating the lessons from our upbringing, we are adorning ourselves with the gems we found in dark places, we no longer judge our experiences because every identity we have explored has played a role in who we are today. Who we become is defined by the values we uphold and the habits ad rituals we practice. We take full responsibility for where we choose to stand, no longer playing the blame game, we hold others accountable while making sovereign choices for how we direct our energy. We are learning the craft of word magick, word-smithing, we are deepening in the power of our word to transform states of being and open portals of consciousness. We are taking our pens to battle, the pen as our sword cuts through the noise that has kept us in slumber. The awakened writer, the oracular poet is creating a legacy through storytelling that will be a map for generations to come.

We see the light of our north star and will continue to follow. We do not walk alone, we walk hand in hand, with tender hearts and courage. We mirror one another and inspire music and dance. We have risen because hiding is no longer an option, the only way to birth the world anew is through embodiment, through our honest expression and presence. The philosophers stone was always in our pocket, liberation is at hand, the kingdom of heaven within.