Deep In The Heart Of The Sacred Feminine

 

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.