feminine divinity
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I remember the quiet before they named me. Not silence, exactly.More like listening earth.Like the world holding its breath before the light turns. My mother understood this before I did.She did not teach me words.She taught me seasons. She taught me how to feel the moment when darkness reaches its limit.How to recognize the pause…
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They told the story backward for so long that the beginning was almost forgotten. Before temples.Before thrones.Before the voice of God was given a beard and a law. There was a woman who remembered. Mary was born of Eve’s remembering.Not of her fall, but of her choice.The first kiss of knowledge did not curse her.…
