divine feminine
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The first thing she noticed was that animals stopped being afraid of her. It happened gradually. A blackbird remained on the cemetery wall when she passed beneath it. A fox stood at the edge of the woods one morning and watched her without running. Even the old neighborhood cat, a scarred thing that trusted nobody…
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There are two of us living beneath my skin. He arrived first to every war. She stayed behind to rememberwhat we were fighting for. He is iron beneath the tongue,the locked jaw,the hand that does not shakeeven when the rest of the world is burning. He learned strength without boundaries. So he became very goodat…
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There was an agreement once. Older than the people who signed it. Older than the beds they shared, the children they raised, the names carved into courthouse paper. No one remembers writing it. That was the clever part. It passed from hand to hand without ink, disguised as love. The masculine would provide. The feminine…
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Before they called her dangerous, they called her divine. That is the part of the story they tend to leave out. Before there were warnings whispered about women who knew too much, there were women people traveled miles to find. Women who understood the moon before anyone bothered naming its phases. Women who knew which…
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There has always been something fascinating to me about the way the world talks about women. For thousands of years, people have argued about where women came from. Whose they belonged to. What their role should be. What they should wear. How they should behave. How much space they should take up. How loud they…
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I’m okay when some people hate me. Matter of fact, hate me if you must. Please. I highly encourage it if that’s the best use of your energy. I don’t spend a whole lot of time trying to change minds that already built a home inside their own bitterness. If someone wakes up in the…
