When we choose to be considerate, compassionate, and caring, we choose and reflect the Goddess within. Every human has the capacity, the space inside for patience, stable strength and support–for acceptance, nourishment and tenderness. We, each one of us, can choose endurance, abundance, and unconditional love. The amount of space you create to give and receive these things is up to only One.
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Earth herself, is a redeemer. She accepts all that dies into herself and regenerates all anew. She transforms decay into development, and waste into growing wonder. However, this cycle of miracle has a time span, just like any process with a start and finish. We have disregarded her patience–trying to convince ourselves that we have control over the redemption of things in life we all need to survive: food, water, air.
This is a gross mistake.
Unfortunately, in a western culture we associate modesty with weakness. It is thought that to bend is to break, to give in, is to toss in the towel. This mentality comes from the mindset that life is a competition, rather than a concert.
To understand modesty is to understand limits. Even the highest mountain has a top, the hottest day a temperature, and the most massive creature a measurement. A modest One can better minimize ego, and maximize the scope and stance of a situation, place, or person. When modesty is truly expressed, it unveils a persons capacity for peace, rather than petulance, when meeting boundaries.The purest of power and strength need not be announced or advertised.
Silence has solace to offer. Confessions heard by no other ear are the most sincere. Living in an age where constant stimuli bombards our senses, it is a challenge to appreciate what substance there is to be found in quietude. But, when revered, silence offers the same sort of blessed energy as the warm summer sun.
When the sun sets down to rest, she awakes on the horizon opposite of west, and the blackness of her night blankets the world. She wraps her rich, dark cloak around that which we know of day, and transforms all into an irresistible mystery. Upon the eve, we are forced to fall in love again with things once familiar, but in obscure, foreboding forms.
For all the ways a sisterhood can be defined, above all else it is a connection. Women draw strength from this connection to help one another in a world that glorifies more masculine qualities–competition over cooperation, strength over softness, tendencies of neglect over nurture. And sometimes, the neglect can make a woman feel as if she is…
It’s the times when I’m drowning myself with tears
In the gathering of my fears
That I’m not going to be apart of your world
After all, no can share with an invisible girl
I feel as if a breath of air
Always needing it
Never wanting it
Neglecting that it’s always there
So why should I stay? Though, I so desperately don’t want to leave
And why should I still have hope? When you don’t give me much to believe
That day you feel short of breath
That day when you inhale the coldest air
Just know it’s because the one thing you need most, is that which you’ve made feel invisible
And is no longer there…
However, the collective voices of the goddess can be so strong, the whole world can feel a new wind. Like the very breath that keeps us alive, so too does the infinite source of love and care given by a global sisterhood. Just after anyone–in any place, at anytime–is born, the first thing that comes, is a breath. The second thing the comes is being placed in a woman’s arms. Let us all breathe deeply in appreciation for the sisters of our souls.
Woman is a source from which all of us are created. She is the ultimate artist. She blends the pallet from which our features come alive, detailed, and animated. We, are an expression of her divine creativity–each piece of loving work unique. Her strokes come in all shades, styles, and shapes. Her sounds tuned to every ear– some of us bold, some of us subtle, some of us still waiting to be seen and heard.
We’ve been blessed with the senses to admire the many colors she has painted us, sing the music of the varied voices she has given us, write the stories we all have to tell, smell and taste the flavors she’s brewed into us. Let us be the many beautiful expressions of the great creator we all call mother.