So we finally made it. Happy Summer Solstice, my dears.
The last month has been somewhat of an eye-opener. I knew for sure I wanted to get this off my chest and out to you all. By "this" I mean these posts filled with everything I believe in and love. From Feminism, to the beauty given by mother earth, to even a little beauty cheat sheet, I had one more topic to bring into this series. I wanted to talk about the beauty possible in every woman. That energy. That soul. It is what I believe truly connects us all.
The universe. Our planet.
I am no more than lover of the Sun. I'm a worshipper of the moon. I do not look for the stars to tell me how to live, but rather understand how I am already doing so. Our bodies are mostly made up of the same water that embodies most of Mother Earth. Her waves run through us, and though her currents may be strong at times, she is only following the cycle of the moon. Every month we have the opportunity to cleanse and release. Internally our body, just as strong as the currents of the ocean, sometimes painfully, pushes out what does not belong. Like every month, the moon becomes New. Not a coincidence, but a cycle of miracles.
We are given the opportunity to live in sync with the universe. Once we work towards that, I believe we get closer to understanding the powerful connection within us all. Just like we follow the patterns of night and day, we can live consciously within the seasons of our community. We are gatherers, care-givers, and providers. She grows the grass, raises the cattle, and feeds the earth. How amazing is she? How amazing are we?
Compassion. Ahimsa. To do no harm.
Words and practices I always try and live by. Even when I go astray, I have another woman there to remind me. When I don't have her, I have the permanent ink engraved on my skin, on top of my ribs that protects my heart. For to understand pain, is to live through it ourselves. We have the power to go past sympathy. We have the power of empathy.
I wanted to have this post as a conclusion. I wanted to leave this series as a beginning. I only hope that one day all women will have the courage to realize we are all in this together. We are powerful and strong, sometimes so much so we scare ourselves. I don't want to confuse our great gifts with what society has named us. Emotional. Crazy. Dramatic. Spiteful. Do not speak about yourself what you wouldn't want to hear from others.
If I am emotional, then I am privileged to feel. Crazy? I am crazy in love with Mother Earth. So much so, that I revolved my whole life to make it a better place. I am dramatic for the injustice and hurt that people endure from the those who are fearful of the unknown. Sometimes we need to make a bigger fuss for the bigger things. And I will never try to get even, but only make you realize that there was a better way.
So here is to a better way.
My women, the ones who came before me, the ones who walked beside me, and the ones I may admire from a far, I hope you always keep your beauty unique, your privilege honest, and your FEMININE FIRE always burning.
Not only with love... with respect and pride.