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In the highest reality, the sacred, divine feminine and masculine are a harmonious dance, swirling around, balancing each other.
But in our current reality, this delicate balance has been disrupted. The feminine held down breaks free, often trying to crush the masculine in retaliation. The masculine withdraws to protect itself or lashing out in anger, turning its back on the raging feminine.
Yet, there’s a middle ground, where the divine feminine and the divine masculine recognize in each other beauty and purpose and goodness, and different roles and strengths that drive each being’s mission while here in this lifetime. Somewhere the balance is brought back.
Both are good and both are broken.
Both are needed.
A lament for my broken sacred feminine heart
Somewhere along the way when I was younger I turned away from and stifled the feminine energy in me. Maybe as a teen, maybe before. But I think I felt like it was too much. That nobody would accept me.
I was “told”, even without words, that it wasn’t good. That being sensual and feminine and light was dangerous. A step towards “sin” to being bad. That I was too much or that I wasn’t safe if I allowed my feminine energy to find expression.
If I was too feminine and sensual and sexy then I would be hurt or fall prey to temptation and sink into the pits of darkness and depravity.
And so I became a tomboy. Masculine energy expressed, because it was safe and people seemed to accept that more.
Feeling awkward and unpretty, nobody could show me how to integrate the feminine in a way that made me feel not evil.
Why do we or why did I think that Spirit, the Creator of our souls, hates sensual, feminine women?
Organized religion, the framework of my childhood seems to teach that. I can’t believe it’s biblical. Yet that’s what the church seems to say.
Don’t dance. You may entice men.
Don’t move wrong or wear clothes that might entice men.
What the heck? Men are not so weak that they have no control. At least not the ones I know.
The feminine needs the masculine to contrast. To protect. To admire and shower with love.
When did I or we stop believing that was good and right?
A love song to my healing sacred feminine heart
Spirit, The Creator loves sensual women — feminine women. S/he loves the bodies created for us. Curves and all.
S/he loves the way we are made to move. To walk. To dance.
From our shoulders to our hips to our backs and our necks. Meticulously crafted.
Not to be rigid, trying to be masculine and hold the world on our lonesome shoulders.
But to be soft and strong and beautiful and sexy.
Not to shame us or to hide us or to hurt us.
We are that side of the divine. The wild sensual soft strong unique passionate creation side of Spirit.
Yet that is what gets repressed and told it’s wrong.
Does s/he not seduce us with its beauty and love? With the way the air moves through the trees and the way the ocean waves curl up to the shore?
Does s/he not dance and sway through the movement of the branches and the grasses in the field?
Does s/he not whisper to us a love song in the winds and the brooks and the waterfalls? Is s/he not fiery and gentle all at once?
Does s/he not show off the curves of nature through the mountains and hills, through the moon and the stars of the galaxy. Through the very gasses of space that swirl and blossom in the darkness with brilliant color?
Does s/he not laugh loudly and dance wildly in the storms and rain, in the fire and hurricane?
Spirit is strength and safety and surety and security. The things women long for so we can be free to be the beautiful being we are made to be.
The masculine is there to help us in moments when we need to be strong and structured and safe. And Spirit brings that through us and through the men s/he puts in our path.
The masculine that brings even greater balance to our energy.
The masculine that provides safe harbor when the storms rock us roughly. That provides stability when the wind blows too strong. An anchor when we need rest from our wild passion.
And yet this is what has been kept from us. Stolen from us.
Stolen from me.
Whether verbally or through intimations and expressions I was told these parts of me were bad and wrong and evil. And so I hid them and buried them and shoved them deep deep down inside.
And now they are breaking free. I am seeing the thing that was done, and I am declaring that no more will it have rule and reign.
A declaration for my own divine feminine side
I was made with sensuality and sexuality and gentleness and fierceness.
I am woman.
I don’t always roar. Sometimes I sing or whisper or cry or sigh. And sometimes I scream and yell and rage.
And this is all good. It’s all okay. It is not wrong or bad or evil or unbecoming.
I am not wrong or bad or evil.
I am all the facets of Spirit created in and through me.
One crack at a time.
One chunk at a time.
One step and movement at a time. I start to break free. Into something unknown and yet familiar.
This is what women need to understand and know.
You are not bad or wrong or evil. To feel and express and dance and stomp is all good.
You were not made to be a shadow.
Not made to be hidden or held back or held down.
One step.
One leap.
One flight.
One dance.
One roar.
One you.
Moving into yourself today.
Moving to who you were created and chosen and purposed to be
Blessings and grace 💕
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