08/03/2024
I started my spiritual journey at 15 years old with a simple intention really: I wanted to stop fighting who I was or how I was made.
For as long as I can remember I looked to the trees, and the blooming flowers, the ebb and the flow of the sea.. and I was in awe.
Even the tree with the strangest branches was a sight for sore eyes. I think about all of us who walk through the forests going “woooow! Weird! Look at THAT one!” More fascinated than anything.
But when we look at ourselves in the mirror, we question that bump or that curve. We listen to a recording and shutter at our voice, or apologise for our bellowing laughter.
We almost never question nature. The odder things seem, the more fascinated we are… but with ourselves and even with others, we are not always so generous with this gift.
We forget somehow, that all of us arrived in this mysterious body. We all have to learn how to use it. On most days, we are still finding out what it’s capable of.
And while so much of it is so similar between us, so much of it is unique.
No one ever sees the world quite like you do. No Heart sings quite the same note as yours.
We think we all witness color in the same way, but we look to other cultures around the world and science begins to prove they perceive ranges of color we could not even fathom.
There are people who think entire thoughts and then there are those who don’t have that bickering voice talking to them that they can talk back too.
What curious, delicious, peculiar varieties we come all come in.. hmm?
Today on the 8th of March, we celebrate International Women’s Day. Centuries ago, a sickness was planted - that somehow life made a mistake when it made women. It sounds extreme to say, but in the depth of a woman’s body, we know this wound well.
Too emotional, too unpredictable, inconvenient blood, too tempting, “too, too, too, too.”
As we have hurt women, we have hurt land. Thinking everything is ours for the taking. Extracting, pillaging, acquiring. Forgetting to respect her cycles and her boundaries.
And, in hurting the feminine, we damage the masculine. Fitting it into one single box. Man is always strong, always producing, always acquiring, always adding to its count, must always be successful.
Compassion is weakness. Let alone tears. Let alone the man who is too afraid to say “hey I’m not entirely sure what I’m doing, I need help and I’m overwhelmed.”
When just as many beautiful mysterious colors that come with being woman, there gets to be far more room for all the varieties of man.. and better yet everybody in between.
Today, is Women’s Day, yes but on this fine Venusian day, it also happens to be day of Mahashivratri - celebrating Lord Shiva - the Creator, Protector and Transformer of Universes.
The Great Masculine force that holds the metaphorical fort, as Shakti brings this space into life.
Coincidental? Or a reminder now more than ever. We were born together, for we need each other.
Today Venus and the Moon additionally conjoin in Aquarius (the great rebel, who stands for the Uniqueness of Humanity) moving out of the Sacral Chakra and into the Root.
The chakra responsible for “I AM”. The very first spark of existence. Existing right here in your unique body, on this earth. In this single moment in time.. where you can only be this version of you once.
We sit here for next the month; and my only question for you, my dear is this - who are you really? What do you know to be true about you? When you stop fighting how you were made or what you feel or how reality filters itself through you.. who are you REALLY?
Can you let yourself be here? As you are, and maybe when you make a little bit more wiggle room, not needing to change the vehicle you came into.. then maybe you can grant the people around you some of the very same? ♥️
