“One by one the women step up and commit the forbidden act of biting into patriarchal thought refuting it, smashing it, discarding it and beginning again in the very beginning when women loved their bodies named their gods authored their lives when women refused to surrender except to life as it pulsated through them. Women reminding us there is nothing wrong there never has been anything wrong there never will be anything wrong with woman.”
New moon, Venus, Mercury, Chiron, Eris and our Sun are all hanging out in Aries, the sign of the fiery spiritual warrior. Whew! This new moon time is positively pulsating with the energy of change and transformation.
What do you wish to transform? What is yearning to be born from you? What needs to drop away? How can you love yourself and your world even more?
Hold these questions lightly for a few days, and see what arises. There are no perfect answers. Allow your intuition to burn through the BS and uncover what’s true for you now.
Full moon in airy Libra. The days are lengthening and warming. Spring is stirring. And something heavy has lifted that goes beyond the seasonal shift. A lightening has begun. But of what? Sometimes it is only in hindsight that we understand what has occurred.
How are you relating to the world? To yourself? Now is the time to lighten up. Change your approach. Free your inner dancer, singer, joker. Cut loose. Embrace your growing spring fever.
It’s been a long slog of a pandemic winter. Time to leave your rut behind.
when they want to control you they do not come with shackles made of iron they come instead with cages made of shame and story like the one about the woman who earned crisis for her curiosity so tempted by a life of wisdom and independence she caused the downfall of all civilization
women are dangerous says the shame story of Eve they cannot be trusted and should not trust themselves
give a woman free choice and she’ll eat the fruit tempt the man enrage the god she’ll destroy us all with her mad desire to know to discover to understand her self her world her maker give a woman any freedom and she’ll follow her curiosity shape her own story seek truth beyond the dictates of order and obedience
she will wreck your carefully controlled mandates your reign of tightness she will unmake your holy wars of right and wrong and infuse the realm with choice and instinct empathy outranking rules creativity eclipsing war sovereignty subsuming blind servitude
when you want to know like Eve when you have a taste for truth and a hunger for wisdom you have to question the stories test the facts rattle the cage who profits from you believing a lie? who benefits because you believe you are both cause and curse?
they have tried to burn you with their shame strip you violate you shrink you silence you but they could not break your phoenix spirit its fierce heat will melt old regimes and enflame a generation who will not settle for smallness for submission for shame
sink your self into the feathered red sleeve of your ancestors and rise, woman rise again for you are Persephone’s Daughter Lilith’s lover Eve’s heir
find the truth eat the fruit unmask the myth let it burn
“The image of the Goddess inspires women to see ourselves as divine, our bodies as sacred, the changing phases of our lives as holy, our aggression as healthy, our anger as purifying, and our power to nurture and create, but also to limit and destroy when necessary, as the very force that sustains all life.
Through the Goddess, we can discover our strength, enlighten our minds, own our bodies, and celebrate our emotions. We can move beyond narrow, constrictive roles and become whole.”
“It is not female biology that has betrayed the female, as Elizabeth Cady Stanton observed more than one hundred years ago, it is the myths and stories that have been told about her, what has come to be believed about her – even by the female herself.
In the Christian West, it is common for a woman to be described or to describe herself as “just a mother”. It is common for “barefoot and pregnant” to connote powerlessness. Simone de Beauvoir suggested that it was as mother that woman was most fearsome, so it was as mother that she was enslaved.
Yet there are cultures in the human community where a birthing mother is described as a “great warrior” – going to the gates of life and death, to heave and push a soul into the world.”
The Wild will call you back. Through half-remembered dreams and sunsets painted in burnt sienna and vermillion flames she will call you back home. The coyotes will wake you from your sleep with their clarion call to keep your eyes wide open.
How long have you been sleeping? How much have you forgotten?
The Wild will call you back. She will hang you upside down and shake the nonsense from the pockets of your mind. She will strip your soul naked leaving you raw and exposed under the searing glare of the gods. Offer up the holiness of your confusion and questions. Dress yourself in fireflies and attune your senses to awe while you learn the slow seduction of courting your muse.
Brush the stardust from your wings and wipe the ocean from your eyes. Flex your claws dig your roots deep down into the fertile earth and show your fangs. Gather pollen on your legs and speak in venom and honey. Peel back your colonized tongue and let it hiss and purr and growl and scream.
Do you remember how to stalk as predator and how to surrender as prey?
The Wild will call you back. The owls know your real name and will call you from the darkness of night to dance under the moon. Crack your heart open with your ancestors’ bones and dance in the ecstasy of your love and your grief with flailing limbs bloody knees and mud-stained feet. Braid mugwort into your hair and dream yourself awake.
The Wild will call you back. She will teach you how to die again and again and how to die well. There is no difference between your funeral pyre and your birth canal. Do not bother to try and stop the bleeding. Love with the gentleness and ferocity of your whole soft tender being. Feed the spirits with your beauty and sweetness and ask them to show you the way home. ⠀ ~Gina Puorro www.ginapuorro.com