12/25/2025
What if the story told of Mary began with her breath?
Low and steady, then rising, powerfully.
A young woman opening like the earth in labor,
her voice not hushed, not holy-quiet,
but strong enough to split the night.
What if we remembered her not as silent,
but as powerful?
A body trembling, rooted, roaring life forward,
crowning heaven through flesh and blood.
If we had listened for Eve’s wisdom,
for Magdalene’s knowing,
we might have learned sooner
that woman was never the weakness,
never the downfall, but the doorway.
We were taught to carry shame like inheritance,
to believe creation came despite us, not through us.
Yet here was a womb chosen not for purity alone, but for courage, consent, and unshakable trust in the intelligence of her body.
Virgin once meant sovereign.
Untouched meant whole.
Free.
If we told the story this way…
of a mother laboring the Divine into form~ of sweat and surrender as sacred acts,
perhaps the world would remember
that birth is not punishment, but power.
And that every woman who brings life forth
stands where Mary stood:
A living altar,
A holy threshold,
Remaking the world with her breath, with her love, with her soul.
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