Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune without the words,
And never stops at all,
And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.
I’ve heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of me.
Women are mystical, magical creatures to me, with a most complex physiological tendency toward loving nurture, which is why it perplexes the heck out of me when I hear about women would tearing each other down.
I wonder if it’s a case of being over-dominant in the masculine function which causes this phenomenon? Knowing some very skilled intuitives, folks who are gifted empathically, and straight-up, down-to-earth grounded-in-their-perception women, it’s easy for me to have faith in women to heal and change.
Amidst our patriarchal way of life (that most complain about at some level which doesn’t personally work in their favor) many do not see it working in themselves. This model persists in all cultures, all over the world, embodied by most men and women, for lack of knowing another way, or lack of seeking one out.
When I witness or hear women tearing one another down- frothing with animosity, resentment, jealousy and untruths, it diminishes my hope-which I’m very keen on maintaining. Hope is the thing with feathers, it’s been said.
Women are creators, the givers of life, Great Mother in the flesh. We are infused with the breath of life, the masculine animation to move and act, and we can use that locomotion for good, if we choose, to elevate our perspectives. We can raise our children with patience and empathy, tend gardens and animal creatures with love and kindness, and treat one another with the respect and admiration we seek for ourselves. And warrior like Artemis on behalf of the voiceless when called to, of course.
It’s not that we women have magical powers, except that creation is pretty dang magical. It’s not that we have sorcery up our sleeves, however, we do have some pretty sharp intuition when we learn to listen. It’s not that we have a direct hotline to God, but that we can learn to sense the divine light which shines through us when we slay old shame at the altar, and move from that light place. I believe all women have the potential to be activated in the womb, after millennia of smackdown, the crossroads for creativity and healing. We each contain the seeds and ancestral wisdom for our own healing and subsequent radiance.
There are a great many people who are not loving themselves, and worse, are not willing to. This is a grand shame for them and for the world at large. There are folks online who will not recognize the flaws in their story until they meet you in person and can shake your fleshy hand and hug your solid bones and see you as a radiant human being. We are not very open to receive online, as we are in person.
Having online identities means that folks don’t get to look you in the eye. They don’t get to see how you move. They don’t know how you parent your children, speak with arrogance or humility, deliver on your claims-unrealistic expectations are formed around the illusion of who you are perceived to be, which can ultimately be disappointing. Or heartening! Depending on who it is.
Something to think about:
Find your familiars.
Go toward those who carry HOPE.
Don’t listen to those who have made careers out of putting other people down.
Honor your MAGICAL POWER as a woman.
Yes, I said MAGICAL POWER.
And I’ll probably get in a bit of trouble for it.