#self
#soul
#sovereign
A Proper Feminist Nativity
“i like my nativities
with a side of heresy
with midwives and mothers
and empty mangers
and full arms
i like wise women
over wise men
attending to bloody people
born and crucified
showing up in places
church leaders won’t go
i like heralding feminist agendas
and trouble
and god’s good news
which is kind of repetitive
since they’re all the same thing
proper churches
want proper nativities
because women’s bodies
are shameful
whether bearing christ
or just bare
and instead of silent nights
i like loud protests
because
be silent
is not a phrase about joy
but about control
so give me a christmas
without white supremacy
and bright sexism
where the story of a baby
becomes a story of a woman
and my nativity looks like
god’s
and not like
man’s”
~ Kaitlin Hardy Shetler
Alice Paul – Her Story Matters
In honor of Women’s History Month, I’d like to introduce you to Alice Paul.
Alice was a Quaker suffragist and a leader in the fight to secure US women the vote. While protesting women’s inability to vote, Alice was arrested a total of seven times and imprisoned three times. She was force fed for days while in prison. But Alice continued to champion non-violent civil disobedience. The 19th amendment was finally passed in 1919, and ratified in 1920, securing US women the right to vote.
Alice is the author of the Equal Rights Amendment, written in 1923 but still not ratified. She died in 1977 at the age of 92, but she continues to inspire many women in their fight for equality today.
Want to know more about Alice Paul and the decades long struggle by women to earn the right to vote? Check out the movie Iron Jawed Angels, starring Hilary Swank.
“Courage in women is often mistaken for insanity.”
~Alice Paul
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#AlicePaul
#activist
#suffragette
#feminist
#badass
#herstorymatters
#womenshistorymonth
#womensupportingwomen
Holy Her
“Before the shrinking of the Feminine was the Goddess—and all that is split in our own lives was in harmony in Hers. She was profoundly in Her body. Her body itself was sacred. In the Old Religion, body and spirit were one. She was seen as substantial, as essentially embodied. Her thighs, Her Belly, Her breasts were generous, Her physical strength apparent. We miss the beauty of such an image, we who have been taught to measure ourselves endlessly. Too fat, too thin, too flat, too wrinkled. Our bodies are never good, and in themselves. We must deny our naturalness to see beauty.
What we learn to reject was once holy. What we learn to hide behind closed doors was once celebrated in the open. Blood was sacred to the Goddess—menstrual blood. Some of Her images were painted red between the legs. What some of us and many of our mothers learned to see as ‘the curse’ was once seen as the Blessing, women’s particular creative magic. The blood that flows of itself and not from a wounding was thought to be the very source of life. One early creation tale stated than when the Mother created man and woman, She made them from a mixture of Her menstrual blood and clay. Moreover, every woman carried some of the Goddess’s sacred substance and participated in Her ability to create life.”
~Kathie Carlson,
In Her Image: The Unhealed
Daughter’s Search for Her Mother
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Fierce Feminine
“i found god in myself
and i loved her
i loved her fiercely”
~Ntozake Shange
“The dakini is a messenger of emptiness and also appears in dreams to guide the meditator, and she might appear in real life as a woman with certain wisdom qualities. The dakini is a force of truth: wherever we cling, she cuts; whatever we think we can hide, she reveals.” ~Sapchu Rinpoche
“Another important aspect of the dakini’s feminine energy is how they cut through notions of pure and impure, clean and unclean, what you should do and shouldn’t do. They break open the shell of those conventional structures into an embrace of life in which all experience is seen as sacred.” ~Lama Tsultrim Allione
#wild
#wisdom
#sacredfeminine
#dakini
Art: Dancing Dakini, Nepal, 14th century; LACMA
The World Stops
god is a mother
and with that
sentence
the world stops
the world always stops
when woman and
divine
commingle
as if the
feminine
dilutes the
miraculous
when in reality
it embodies it
when jesus turns water
to wine
they clap
but when women turn breasts
to milk
they cringe
a broken man’s body
is celebrated each sunday
while a broken woman’s body
is just hidden away
and it’s no wonder
that mother is a word
used by men
to demonize those
who don’t claim the name
and weaponized to shame
those who step out of line
because
their ideal
woman
plays the role of
nurturer and silencer
in pews
built and led by them
but
when god
becomes mother
she is neither quiet
or compliant
she leads confidently
she questions authority
she commands respect
which might be the problem
for mother god
did not gather us up
carelessly
but took her time with it
she fed us milk
birthed our souls
and broke her body
and the permanence
can be uncomfortable
and to disentangle god
from motherhood
Is impossible
but
to disentangle god
from womanhood
is sinful
because seeing god as mother
is one step closer
to seeing god in me
and it’s in that
i am truly
born again
~Kaitlin Hardy Shetler
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Image: A new mother nurses her baby
unknown photographer