This is the fourth in a series, WomanKind, on reclaiming the feminine.
People like to put others in boxes; they become easier to understand. As women we often identify ourselves in very limiting ways, “I’m the wife of, the mother of, the CEO of….”
How often have you asked someone what they do and then assign a bunch of characteristics to this label? When I meet someone for the first time, I want to know what moves them, what lights them up and makes them feel alive. When you see the the light shining from their eyes you know you’ve asked the right question.
The more I drop judgements about myself, I become more willing, flexible and open to be moved by the truth of the other in any given moment. Our “truths” are complex fragments, like holding shards of exquisite broken pottery in our hands. It’s a whole new way of looking at our contradictory, complex nature.
We are not one, but many
We are scientists, searchers, travellers,
Leaders, listeners and lovers,
Vulnerable, powerful and humble.We are priestesses, goddesses, witches,
Mothers, wives and daughters,
Tender, tough and breakable.We are healers, warriors, visionaries,
Creators, connectors, believers,
Tuned in, turned on and turned up.We are, we are, we are
Makers, breakers and repairers
Of each other wounds.We are talkers, jokers and whisperers
We are lost, found and on our way.
We are something, nothing, everything.We are not many, but one.
