The matriarchy, the mamas, the feminine, the hearth, the womb, the earth. Women are walking the streets today knowing we are empowering sorely needed healing in this country. We meet eyes, strangers in the street, in a knowing sisterhood – the wisdom we share has no words. What we have set in motion today is like a silent embrace. A hallelujah. WE could only know this feeling. WE could only understand the powerful institution we, today, are chipping away at.
This election, energetically, became a metaphor for the wounded feminine in this western nation. It became a literal translation of centuries of active and subconscious oppression. A man who rubbed salt in the wound of women and girls worldwide. The embodiment of misogyny + patriarchy: dismissive, abusive, condescending, privileged, hateful, manipulative and featuring the objectification of his own daughter. And then, a powerful brilliant woman held to impossible double standards of perfection, torn apart at the seams but steadily carrying on. A woman who dealt with her own husband on this level. Who never shied away from being of service even in the darkest hour. Just like any mother on this planet. Rising up. Speaking up. Speaking more loudly so all our voices could join in the chorus.
I walked to my polling place. Then I walked to my cafe. I encountered women everywhere along the way. We exchanged glances that felt like the strongest, fiercest, most loving and wise embrace. Our gaze would connect and a twinkle would shine. We know what we did today. We know that a nation who honors and upholds its women will find longevity, peace and grace. We are making history.
We know that women are the fiercest natural phenomenons. When our babies are threatened – born, unborn, future, tribe – we will raise our lions heads and we will fight to the death to protect them. Our boys. Our girls. Our tribe.
Today, we RISE.
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