Maiden Muse

Let me tell you something, woman.

You are far deeper than the pretty, pleasing, and polite little princess that they have programmed you to be.

Let me tell you something, woman.

As you uncover and recover and reclaim and untame, you will remember the ancient wisdom that lies in your bones.

Let me tell you something, woman.

We are the ones, the mature feminine rising. But this journey can not be done by just one. 

Let me tell you something, woman.

This journey will kill you and rebirth you. This journey will bring you back to communal ways.

Let me tell you something, woman. 

The linear constructs placed upon us are an illusion to keep us in delusion. Life is cyclical.

And, woman, this rite of passage, that you were born to go on, will rip you open in the best of ways. From the darkness comes the light. From the wounds comes the wisdom. From the fear comes the freedom. 

And bone by bone, piece by piece, step by step, we put ourselves back together. From the ashes we rise, from the deep watery depths we nurture ourselves back to our holy wholeness. 

Woman, you don’t need holy water. You are holy water.