Once there was a girl, who didn't know how blessed she was to grow up with a mom who worshiped the sacred feminine, read tarot cards powerfully, circled with witches and metaphysical folks and the most colorful of hippies, had an ornate alter in their living room, communed with ghosts, celebrated the cycles of the moon and the changing of the seasons, questioned the biblical/patriarchal/conservative, played gypsy for 3 years with her and her brother in their minivan, unschooled without knowing it was something to do, and a slew of other things that sat comfortably under the umbrella "unconventional".
This girl grew up to be a woman who longed for "normal".
But, no matter how many hours she worked a J.O.B., no matter how many years she studied in a university, no matter how she tried to create a structured life for her child, the wild called to her.
Like a lover.
Familiar.
Whispering sweet everythings in her ear.
The poetry of Pan's flutes and the lure of wild abandon.
The reverence of the green man and Mother Earth.
The sway of the goddess's hips as she danced upon the water and the world was her horn.
The deep-seeded connections and understandings.
And then, she suddenly realized
who
she
had
become.
And she peeled off her acrylic nails and she cut her hair to be more natural, and she stopped using
so
many
products.
And she started letting herself go
as she took a stand for radical feminism.
And she had a baby, a son, a sun. And she remembered the deep innate callings of the motherhood of
her heart.
She beloved and adored her children, and she was fierce for their rights.
And she couldn't get enough of cuddling them.
And she wore her baby, and she sewed cloth diapers for him, and she pulled her older daughter out of public school and homeschooled her own.
And she took time to reconnect with herself.
And she grew as a person, grew as a whole, grew to know herself and to connect with others.
She learned about commUNITY and found herself in a sisterhood tribe right out of the Continuum Concept and The Red Tent.
She wept with the beauty and perfectness of it.
And it was time to grow.
She knew she must let go of the dead, but she also had to sacrifice the living. It never felt completely right, but she pulled herself up by her bootstraps of trust, and she built herself a new life.
She worked hard until she realized that she was in a flow, and it was so easy, and her old life was so far away it was like someone else's story that she just knew very well.
And there was more. So much more.
Birth.
Love.
Oh, love.
Flow.
Zen.
Bliss.
A shining light that came from within and was finally felt and seen.
And it was time.
Time to connect to the sacred.
Time to embody the divine feminine and the earthiest mama.
Time to step up to her calling, as tribe-starter, mama love, and purple shaman.
Purple shaman.
The depths of the goddess, and the medicine, and the journey.
And the future was unknown, but the right now... She wept with the beauty and perfectness of it.
