Dear Secretly Fierce Women – Your home element wants you to know you’re loved and appreciated…and you’re never alone. – Tracie Nichols
initiator of the soul
the authentic self
birth to vision, purpose
your fullness moves me in the night
drawing in the muscle that enables
to soar, or destroy
go outward, my man
and back to the rebirth i go like a hanging crescent
already in control, i am though
even if i have to ache with the waning moon
your strength does not break me
mine is one in no need of trying
like the silence
the teacher of them all
that is my language
easier to flex, than surrender
to shield the heart, than work it
to run to the earth, than to be still with nothingness
to charge, than refrain
while i live with the dark moon and all its churn
the pain of expansion
the stretch of my womb
no need to assert sovereignty, i already am
your fire may burn out alone
but power, we are together
i am still, i am waiting
you are fighting, you are searching
and in my stillness, i see the light
Stay True To You
by Shinazy, www.BOBBblog.com
I come from a long line of amazing women. I knew my great grandmothers who told me stories about their mom. From these grand gals though to my daughter and niece there’s has been a female energy in my family. As I sit here telling you this tale, I realize we have one thing in common: We remain true to ourselves.
What is it like to be true to one’s self? How do we know if we are? And the all time #1 question: Who are we … really? What I know from the history of 6 generations of mothers, daughters, and sisters has shown there are many ways to approach the answers.
What is it like to be true to one’s self?
Each of us stumbles upon a something we claim as our own. Something to express a desire, a passion, a need. Something where we can step back and say … ‘Ahhh’ and feel the all-over warmth, reminiscent of the sun shining on our face as it does on the first day of Spring.
Magically gardens were the something for several of the females in my family; it was there we painted with plants and trellis. There was a wishing well and a pond. Rows of tulips and hedges of roses. These were gardens where dandelion seeds swirled and kept floating as if they knew they were not welcome. Our essence – our true self – was tilled into the soil and it responded with life.
Other woman of my family sewed, or made jewelry, or bake pies. Many traveled, or attended classes, or wrote stories. Some lived the word ‘dilatant’ and moved from inquisitiveness to curiosity.
Several danced or run or surfed. And still others sat on the back porch with a bowl of green bean in their lap.
At any random instant we know, this is what we are meant to do.
How do we know if we are being true to our self?
I can only speak from personal experience. In my youth when I was searching for my true me, I exhibited all manner of ailments … until I rediscovered my passion for running in nature. When I’m unable to run I feel yucky. When I’m unable to be outside I feel caged. When I’m in the concrete city too long I earned for the forest.
When I connect with nature, I’m in harmony with . . . every thing. I quickly see solutions and make course corrections before I’m in too deep. By the time my head touches my fluffed pillow I’m already dreaming. And, chocolate only enters my thoughts a few times a day and is only eaten after dinner. Basically, I’m aware of my senses and all they offer.
Who are we?
None of us is immune to being human. We will have our good days and less than grand moments. Who we are changes with time, situation, and relationships. All the while, we can be sure we are part of a lineage of daughters who are a manifestation of life.
I am writing this article to try and define the Divine Feminine. What I know is, at this moment, you are the Divine Feminine.