This morning, a dear friend posted (on facebook) a beautiful applause to women saying, “To all the incredible, strong, empowered, motivated, thoughtful, artistic, feministic, entrepreneurial, radical, free, sexy, intelligent, women and mothers that I’m better for knowing. Thank you from the bottom of my heart. I hope you hear this enough. Too much would be not enough. Your very existence makes all our lives better in ways we could never imagine – every single day!”
This moved me. It stirred up a memory in me of this same day about 4 years ago. A very close mom friend and I had went out for a warming tea with our children. The young man behind the counter thanked us for our business and sincerely wished us a happy ‘international women’s day’. We were elated; we had NO IDEA such a thing existed and we were honored to be celebrated.
We carried this joyful high back to her home. But our high was quickly crushed. Her husband at the time felt it his DUTY to inform us of the sexist stupidity of such a holiday… women are nothing special, after all.
I watched as her shoulders hunched and spirit was sucked dry. It should be noted that this man had other issues going on as well and this sort of verbal and emotional abuse was not uncommon and would only get worse before it got better.
Nonetheless, this was the story I recalled as I read my friend’s honorable post of gratitude for the divine feminine. It summoned me to think over the things I have gone through in the last few years. I fell into one of the lowest places I have ever been. In this time, I experienced trauma, PTSD, a divorce and severe depression. However, life did not allow me to slow down and lick my wounds. In the midst of this pain, my three children still needed their mama’s love and attention. I needed to work and provide for us. But friendships were far and few and my bed was very cold. Had there been someone to lay with at night, I still believe it would have been cold because I had no connection with my inner self. I had no clue who I was anymore, much less what to do with my life. I feel that time was truly the rebirth of my soul.
There is something truly miraculous about the divine feminine. She is, all at same time, a wild warrior, a wise old sage, a playful girl and an elegant queen. Different strengths and weakness are shown in different times of need, but all archetypes are consistently present.
I am not the only woman to have endured offenses against my mind and body. I am not the only woman who has been alone and rejected or told that I can’t or won’t succeed.
I AM ONE OF MANY WOMEN WHO HAVE BEEN KNOCKED DOWN AND STILL DETERMINED TO RISE UP and BE the strong woman that lives inside of me.
When our world falls down around us, we continue as the warrior does. We love, we hold, we nurture and heal. We creatively manage our lives and others in the midst of our challenges. We get shit done and make it LOOK GOOD too.
Ladies, this is your hour. It’s time for you to look in the mirror, say ‘I love you’ and live out that love! You CAN be healthy, you can be sexy, you can experience a life and career that leaves you feeling fulfilled and successful.
YOU ARE ALLOWED TO INVEST IN *YOU*
Who’s life are you living? What would you like to do different?
It starts with a choice.
It’s starts with this moment.
Let the past be the past and let the present be your golden hour.
Do you know someone ready to take that step and really truly live?
Get in touch and we’ll make it happen.
peace and power to you,