Disapearing into the woods without a trace ignites my soul, there's something about getting lost just to find yourself that is so beautiful.
Today, I wander but I am not lost.
Today, I reclaim myself for who I am and not what patriarchy wants to make me believe I am.
It's in these moments of solitude that I can breathe deep into mumma earth and feel the pulsating of the ground beneath me.
It is in this moment that I am able to grab hold of the woman that is She, the one who has always lived deep in my soul and was nearly forgotten about.
Today, She is awakened in me.
Today, she has shaken me to my core and She reminds me that the outside world is not what defines me - nor has it ever.
My creatrix power has completed its long period of dormance and She is ready to shape with her hands and mold mind and her soul
I am her and She is me.
Honestly, what I am about to recount was an experience that my body withstood while my spirit floated helplessly overhead. It was the first time that I ever willingly put myself into a situation that I literally had no control over. I was 17 and I knew it all, I had just broken up for the third time with my manipulative now ex-husband; at the time we were dating. My way of getting back at the ex was to do everything that we did together but with other people – the drinking, partying and rebelling against my parents. I remember I had roped my best friend at the time into coming with me for a night that truly influenced the woman that I am today. My misery so desperately needed the company. At this point of my rebellious 17th year , I began hanging around a family member who was then and is still to this day fighting many demons of her own, we’ll call her la prima. La prima was even more disconnected from her sense of self than I was, every single weekend she’d lose herself to drugs,...
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