Dating and relationships are much different now than they used to be. Now, we must be discerning and evaluate people before allowing them to be part of our life. Love at first sight is a thing of the past, thanks to this era of social media and peoples’ attention spans being the same as a goldfish (that’s actually been scientifically proven). So, what this means for us is that we can no longer go on two or three dates with someone and try to form an instant relationship or plan a future with someone we barely know. Or try to form a deep friendship with that coworker because we went to lunch with them a couple of times. We need boundaries and self-protection more than ever. Most of the people we meet are not compatible with what we want from our close relationships. Because we feel connected with someone after a few dates does not, in any way, mean that they feel the same way. Because you may be intimate with them does NOT mean they are planning a future with you or intend to be exclusive. Don’t go all in with someone you’ve seen a couple of times just because of the excitement and butterflies. Life is not a Disney movie…we need to be choosy about who we allow into our sacred space.
”As you remember you are a Daughter of the Cosmic Mother. Daughter of the As Above, So Below who aspires to the heights and plunges the depths as She walks between the worlds.
So, scream like the Banshee and keen over the bones. Light the fires of ritual and offer prayers to the Ancient and Future ones.
Though the world may change and, perhaps, not in the way you desire while grief and trauma shift and morph, you will survive and even prosper IF you remember who you are and the power you hold. Remember…
She who is the Great Mother Goddess, Warrioress and Ancestor and more. She who is Ancient Bone Woman and She who is yet to be re-born.
She who will always hold and inform you.
You are you own Way-Shower and need only look for the place of the next light.
”Kali is a girl’s girl – a fire eater, who has chosen to walk barefoot along the path of freedom. She’s the festival girl you admire, a fire dancer, twirling her blazing baton, beneath the stars. Now you see her, now you don’t, flames swooshing, music pulsing, back to dark. Arms spinning, gyrating hips, fleetingly illuminated by a corolla of flames, ‘revolutions’ of defiance and ecstasy, as the Milky Way passes overhead. Then back to black! Kali’s Eternal Dance, represented by a skirt of many arms, is energy in motion.
Just as the Earth spins on Her axis, Kali’s Eternal Dance is in constant motion. Movement shifts blocked emotion. Close your eyes and sway to the healing rhythm of the universe. Seek your ecstatic frequency in the primordial Shakti, the divine female energy, where the inconceivably violent forces of creation reside. Kali is never still. She is destroyer and creator; apocalypse and genesis; decay and birth; blood bath and incubator. Her medicine is deeply rooted in the cosmic cycles of death, birth, rebirth. Every woman holds patriarchal trauma somewhere in her body, so Kali urges us to let go, have fun, move our bodies, shake our hips and feel sensation. Undulate, jiggle, twerk, do restorative yoga. Find ‘flow’ to raise vibration and thaw emotion. Emotion in motion!” -Claire Dorey, from her essay, ”Revolutions of Defiant Ecstasy: Stealing Kali and Goddess Wisdom From the Primordial Wave of Feminism” in the upcoming anthology, Re-Membering with Goddess: Healing the Patriarchal Perpetuation of Trauma
“Please regard the New Moon as that first arc of light – the thin crescent of the newly waxing moon, not the moon in its invisible phase as it shows in your Gregorian calendars. If that is confusing – notice how you feel when the moon is invisible and also how you feel when that slim, yet bright crescent appears in the sky! The New Moon is the return of light!”
~ Llyn Roberts
“Moon that is linking our daughters’ choices, and still more beginnings, Threaded alive with our shadows,
These are our bodies’ own voices, Powers of each of our bodies, Threading, unbroken, begetting
Flowers from each of our bodies. These are our spiraling borders Carrying on your beginnings,
Chaining through shadows to daughters, Moving beyond our beginnings, Moon of our daughters, and mothers.”
She is Powerful “Here is a truth you often don’t hear: traumatized women have the potential to become the most powerful people in this world. The most ignorant members of society call this type of woman “damaged.” But she is the most powerful type of woman there is. What they forget is that survivors have the most dangerous advantage of all: resilience.
When you try and you try but you can never bring a woman down, you’ll know there is no going back. Don’t fool yourself. You could never defeat her. You never will. This is the woman who will always rise from the dead; Lady Lazarus, after going through hell and back.
This is the woman who has burned her feet in the flames time and time again and always lives to tell another tale – even if she has to crawl back to life. She was never given love or approval on a silver platter, so in order to survive, she had to love herself in a way others could only dream of. She fought tooth and nail for her own self-acceptance. No one cuddled her as a child or told her pretty things; she had to fend for herself each step of the way. She knows she can survive because she already has and will again.
When someone tells her, “You can’t do it,” she says, “Watch me.” She is fiery light birthed out of wintery darkness. Brought into the underworld by Hades, Persephone brings forth spring and rebirth when she reemerges finally from the cold.
She owns her shadows and seamlessly weaves them into the fabric of her freedom, creativity, imagination and independence. All of her life, she was given every evidence of human cruelty and the evil people were capable of. She understood early on that the monsters people dreamed of existed in human skin.
She lived all of her nightmares in high definition. She was given every reason to give up, handed every justification to never believe in herself or anyone. But there is raw magic in the ways in which she cultivates a faith in herself, to manifest the dreams her soul was meant to bring forth. Despite it all, she still conquers.
She still survives and thrives. The “damaged” woman is capable of immense manifestation not just in spite of, but because of the traumas she has gone through. There is no one more motivated than a woman who has constantly been told what she cannot do or who she cannot be throughout her lifetime.
There is no one more determined to succeed than someone who has nothing left to lose. The “damaged” woman doesn’t sign up for the hardships of her journey – but she plays the hell out of the cards she’s been dealt. The “damaged” woman is not damaged at all – she is wounded, and in channeling and healing her wounds, she becomes the source of incredible energy, the site of unbelievable potential for abundance and change.
She possesses the power to use her wounds for the greater good and her highest good. She builds her own success and becomes her own rugged hero; tends to her own scraped knees. She uses every stone thrown at her to build the foundation for her empire. Brick by brick she builds – and despite every attempt to tear her walls down, she rescues herself again and again.
Despite it all, this type of survivor may still face hatred, envy, greed from those around her. They try to tell her she is too damaged to soar. See, when the women society call too “damaged” perform better than those who never were, it tends to upset the status quo.
As a result, she becomes the survivor of countless witch hunts, the target of many persecutors. Yet when they try to burn her at the stake, she does what comes naturally: she resurrects herself. After all, nobody suspects that it is the wounded woman who has more power inside of her than the bullies who appear to overpower her.
They laugh and ridicule the mute warrior, the one who seems to never fight back. But here’s the thing about this type of woman: she observes. She learns how to pick and fight her own battles. Her spirit may be broken, but it is relentless. She perseveres, bit by bit. She takes it all in.
Perhaps she stays voiceless for years. For her soul, it may seem like for centuries. This is an ancient wound, one that seems to follow her from generation to generation. Yet at some point, it comes time for her soul to fight back in order to survive. It comes time for her to rise.
She stays silent for so long that when she finally speaks, the world erupts and cracks wide open. Her pent-up magnificent energy, born and bred in the pressure cooker that she calls life – is that of lightning.
Where once hopelessness was her default, now abundance becomes her birthright. Where once she was timid, she now unleashes thunder in every action and word that she wields like a sword – and with it, she always brings a storm.
Now when she creates, she creates new worlds and transforms and manifests on a level that cannot be recreated by someone who never had to struggle to survive. When you hear the voice of a powerful survivor and the will of a warrior – there is nothing you can do but to stop and listen. She is the voice of a million lifetimes lived. She is the voice of the hopeless and the powerless when the fire is brought back to their eyes. She is the harbinger of the justice that the voiceless have longed to hear and feel and touch.
Regardless of how much you try and how it may seem, you can never truly bring a survivor like this to her knees; she already knows the value her scars bring. She knows how to fill the cracks between her wounds with gold. She knows how to transform each bitter word cast upon her into an iron-clad will that will set her and other caged birds free. You can’t ever defeat a “damaged” woman, because she knows exactly how to save herself.
Author ~Shahida Arabi
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“Brighid, Thou Exalted Lady, Bríd, Brig, Bride, Brigit, Brigantia, Sainted One, Foster-Mother of the Christ and all who came before, You Who keep watch at the sacred fires. Healer, smith, poet; midwife, keener, shaper, transformer. Across miles and across aeons Your children call. Beloved Brighid, arise. In the secret cave of this dark night, light the fire of spring. Lady Most High, Muime, Fire of Creation, Well-Keeper, Mother of the Isles, Living Oak, Aid-Woman, Forger of Souls: On gentle wings, carried by flame, Heed our cries and be with us this Imbolc eve. Arise from betwixt us, each fire feeding the other, Spread your mantle over this reaching circle of spirits. Bring to our souls nourishing milk, To our hearths, wood and heat, To our heads, the bright flame of clarity, To our hearts, clear water and soothing herbs, To our hands, strength and resilience to shape and be shaped. Under Your branches, before Your forge, In the water of Your well, in the solace of Your hearth, We await You. Arrive and be welcomed. O tar isteach, tá céad fáilte romhat, a bhean uasail! O enter, you are a hundred times welcome, noble Lady!