"Dare to use your strength in service to the vision etched in your soul".
I felt an ache in my feminine soul every time I said yes when I didn’t mean it.
Your rules and restrictions rang as dissonance through my being.
Compliance was my cage.
Fear untethered me from my knowing.
My feminine flesh immersed in shame.
Be good. Be nice. Be Godly.
Be thin. Be pretty. Be hungry.
Be no trouble.
Want what others want you to want.
Desire is unsafe.
Feminine instincts ... suspect.
I froze. Stone cold.
There are no winners.
Controller and controlled chase illusions.
Once wounded in the psyche and skin ... how does she find her way back?
Only you can know your path, truly.
However, I’ll leave you with a few things I’ve learned along the way.
Slowly rise from your whimper.
Land in the center of your being.
Whatever it takes to arrive.
Wherever you feel your center is.
Return to all that is sacred
and untamed within.
Reclaim your instincts.
Choose not to be trapped.
It’s mostly false.
Refuse to live someone else’s life.
Inhabit the sacred and profane.
You are both.
Stir the pot. It brings up all the goodies.
Breathe through disapproval.
Be suspicious of the “I know better” types.
Voice your soul.
Affect the world around you...as you.
Scrub a toilet every now and then.
The common acts of life are holy ground too.
Be mildly shocked at how enriched your life after hiding is.
Look into your own eyes.
Dare to use your strength in service to the vision etched in your soul.