It's all over the news. Stories of women being exploited, abused, and mocked. Grabbed, molested, raped. Basic rights taken away. A total denigration of that which is sacred.
I barely have the words to describe how torn my heart feels and how deeply angry I am. How completely incongruent this feels when I know women and womanhood to be sacred, necessary, and central to our survival.
My desire to use my voice is strong right now and when I feel inside myself for what I most want to say, I find that all I want to do is celebrate womanhood and hold up my Sisters.
So, here. The big love.
I love that I will love you simply because you're a woman and I know your stories. I love that I know your stories because they're my own too. I love that we will share the unspeakable, nod in agreement, offer our laps.
I love that my body will always be beautiful, simply because it's a women's body. I love that my skin radiates, my eyes sparkle, my abs are strong, and my deep breath lights me up.
I love that when I ovulate, my heart feels enormous and I'm capable of a love so big it could run the world. And I love that I bleed and shed and then see mysteries about my emotional world that were hidden before.
I love the intimacies exchanged between women: we touch, we cry together, and we aim to empower each other. I love that wanting the best for you doesn't mean I miss out.
I love that matriarchal societies weren't the opposite of patriarchy (where women rule over men), but cultures where the feminine value of symbiotic equality reigned. It's true, look it up.
I love that when women sit in a circle, it's like coming home. When we gather and share, we have a magical ability to see how we're totally unique and different while at the same time feeling how our story is totally universal and relatable for all women.
I love that as a woman, I have so much variety and can even be multiple flavors from one minute to the next: Sweet into fierce. Grounded into fiery. Quiet and still into mysterious. Compassionate into flirtatious. Protective into visionary.
I love that I know the unknowable just because I have a strong-ass intuition living inside a woman's body.
I love that my capacity for pleasure is never-ending, generous, and cannot be extinguished.
I love that simply by existing as a woman, I'm on the receiving end of generation after generation of love. Those woman who fought for my rights. There were women who never saw the fruits of their labors and who fought anyway, knowing they were doing it for their grandaughter's grandaughter's granddaughter's. I love that I feel their love.
I love that my body can CREATE LIFE. Or not. It can also create a business, an entirely new sport, or art that changes the way women relate to being female.
I love the intelligence of women, far beyond just book smarts. I love the way we can feel what's needed in conflict, what will lift up the energy of a room, or how to best attend to a problem that feels unworkable.
I love yoga pants and a hoodie, a dress and heels, lingerie, leggings and a long tunic, and jeans and a tee. Just the right earrings, a scarf that pops, and hair ties everywhere.
I love that Sisterhood is alive and well. I love that since being a woman is difficult, each day that I keep my heart open and speak up is a day I feel proud. I love that Womanhood offers me a place to belong.
And I love that we are playing with the edges of what womanhood is, what gender is, continuing to expand to include those for whom gender isn't straightforward.
Oh, and I also love that I love YOU. Extra special love your way if you choose to share this post on social (share button below to make it easy).