Deep in the heart of the
Sacred Feminine
I discovered I am
“Woman.”
She has her roots in
the hallowed space of the
womb; roots that burrow
deep into the heart of Mother
Earth and connect with
Gaia at Her core.
She is a coming
together of all the women
from all the places and all
the times. The embodiment
of all our desires and
dreams, distilled into the
highest expression of
feminine essence.
She courses through my
veins, stirring my blood to a
frenzy with Her deep connection to the
Earth; Her deep connection to
the Universe; Her deep connected
passion for life that awakens
in me a reverence, a passion,
an awe, and a deep-
rooted ease in Being.
Her sensuous pleasure
in All That Is; Her deep
appreciation of beauty; Her
knowing and intuitive
wisdom – enliven me. Awakening
a deep joy – an exquisite feeling
of unsurpassed bliss.
When I am connected to Her, I
know Myself.
I know that
All Is Well.
I know myself One with my ancestors.
One with the Universe.
One with the Earth.
I know myself Woman:
One woman.
One with all Women.
I know Myself as Strength;
as Power; as Flow; as
Beauty; as Shadow; as
Joy; as Sensual; as Intuitive;
as Expressive; as Wise;
as a deep and fervent Love
and longing for Life.
I know Myself as the Sacred
Breath that moves all things.
I know Myself as Spirit
made incarnate as Woman.
This is not what the world has
told me about “woman.”
The world would have me
believe she is meek, tame,
seen before heard; prized for her
beauty, not her words. Revered as
long as she can be captured and
“stilled” in art. Highly sought
out for her tenderness and
the gentle smile playing on her
lips – as long as they don’t
part in contradiction of the
prevailing (patriarchal) wisdom.
Or perhaps over-sensitive, over-
emotional, over-demanding; in
a word (or two): “Too much.”
Needing “too much”
attention; taking up “too
much” time, “too much”
space with an intensity of
feeling that flows in
torrents and dances to
an unfathomable rhythm
all her own.
You can’t reason with
a woman like that. She’s
“too much.”
But the question that nobody’s been
asking:
“Too much” for whom?
Or perhaps she represents
the embodiment of the Virgin
archetype. Good and pure;
wholesome; steeped in
virtue. She has taken on – tries
to uphold – society’s idea of “A
woman of good moral conduct.”
Such shame she has
internalized. Such guilt; such
unworthiness; such complex,
conflicting emotions around
her body and making love.
How can she grow into the
fullest expression of her
womanhood and know
herself as the transcendent
being she is when she’s
been so sundered from
her sensuality?
How can we have
sundered her so?
How can we have bereft
ourselves of this connection
to our feminine essence;
disinheriting ourselves
from our birthright; the deep pure
well of our feminine place of
power and presence?
Other times she’s portrayed
as a bottomless pit of
neediness; fueled by
insecurities and a deep-
seated fear of rejection:
A “cling-on,” a “barnacle.”
Demeaning labels we
slur her with. No
compassion for the place of
pain she’s running from.
And time and time again we’ve
confined her to the role of the
perfect sacrificial Mother.
Molding herself on generations
of self-denial and lack of self-
expression; putting the needs
of everybody else before her own.
Caught in the busyness
of life she shrugs aside
her desires; pours her life
force energy into others.
Giving away her Essence; she
drains the vitality, the spark
of life that makes her who
she is. One day she
awakens to the hollowness
inside and wonders
– through her exhaustion –
where the joy in giving has
gone and who on earth
she is beyond it all.
Or perhaps the Whore.
Flagrant, sexual,
bawdy, lewd. Too much
Woman for many with
her overt sexuality, her
loving embrace of her
physicality, desires and
passion.
A woman who loves
her body and the way it
feels?
Besmirch her name.
Immure her in the margins.
No way her voice can be
allowed to be heard.
The patriarchy has exerted
its control by divisively
labeling women. Attempted
to reduce and confine
Her Wholeness to
certain prescribed roles.
Making of women cardboard
cut-outs; one-dimensional
mannikins.
Limited.
Limiting.
We will allow it no more.
We stand in our Power as
Women when we dismantle,
obliterate, annihilate these
stereotypes. Raze them
to the ground in the
atoning flame of our
Wholeness.
Honoring our feminine essence in
all its myriad expression.
Celebrating ourselves
in all our Truth.
Honoring the medley of
archetypes – the sometimes-
melodious sometimes-
disharmonious – but always
beautiful converging that is
Who We Are.
We are not here to be delineated or
easily defined.
As complete, fully-embodied
Women we know ourselves as
Absolute, as Perfect – in the
embodiment of our contradictions.
Untamed;
Unrestrained.
Beautiful containers for
All of Who We Are.
Our bodies the Sacred space
in which our unique,
individualized expression
of Divine Feminine resides.
The Body the Sacred vessel for the Soul.
The two conjoined.
Unified in
one beautiful, sacred,
fecund and glorious Life.
The diversity of “Woman”
brought into Wholeness in
the sacrament of
Soul-Body
Body-Soul.
Maiden, Martyr, Virgin, Whore, Wild Woman,
Witch, Crone.
Heterogeneous; Integrated; Whole.
This is the “Woman” I’m
embracing.
This is the
“Woman” I
choose to embody.
I am My Wild; My Innocence; My
Passion; My Timidity; My Love; My Compassion; My
Sensuous pleasure; My Wisdom; My Peace; My Rage; My
Naivety; My Sovereignty; My Vulnerability; My Serenity; My
Boldness; My Fear; My Courage; My Bliss.
I Am My All.
Rooted in the
Womb of the Earth; Her
volcanic Power igniting
my Womb.
Connected to the
Universe; its life-
giving force enlivening
my Essence.
I Am “Woman.”
I honor the Goddess within.
