For the Love of Women
In recent weeks, I’ve been not-so-gently encouraged to reflect on myself and the places where I was kinked in my alignment with my high self. This is always a beautiful (painful) and enlightening (rather-hide-under-the-sheets) process. The ever-so-graceful power struggle between the ego and the soul; wrestling between hanging on and letting go. That rhymes. Maybe this should be a song.
Most of the inner work I do doesn’t surprise me. I know where my triggers and soft spots and ego traps are, for the most part. But something came up this week that totally shocked me and I write about it now to encourage those of you who resonate with this to do as I did and drop kick this crap right back whence it came. I discovered my shame of being a woman. Gasp! How could I? Because I had no idea. And that’s the funny thing about shame, you see. It’s a master disguiser, manipulator, soul sucker. It’s so talented at keeping itself hidden that I’m almost impressed. But alas, the light wins again and it marched its sorry ass back to shame city. Peace ouuuut.
I will elaborate in an effort to shine light on your own shame so that it too can peace the eff out. Specifically, I was feeling a lot of shame about being emotional, being ‘weak’ because of said emotions, feeling ‘crazy’ (please, do me a favour and never use this word to describe a woman again), shame of being needy or the perception of neediness or any time that I was ever needy in the past, this idea of being ‘high maintenance’. It allllll needs to gooooooooooo. Period. End of story.
Just kidding. It’s not really the end because I have more to say about this. Shame is the lowest vibrational emotion we can have, below fear, guilt, even hatred. Enlightenment is the highest in case you’re wondering. This all from David R Hawkin’s book, ‘Letting Go’. And the truth is that shame is only just pointing us to the lies we're telling ourselves. It's not shame's fault. Don't blame the shame. Again, like everything, these dark parts are really just turning us towards our light.
Which means that all that garbage up there that I was feeling shameful about has no basis in truth! YAY! It was all constructed out of my own or other people’s judgments.
So instead, I’d like to tell you some of the reasons why I think women are amazing:
- the power of our love. Holy mother. Literally.
- the connection we are privileged to have to our womb space and our intuition.
- the ability we have to flow with life in divine grace wearing a pretty dress that billows while we do it
- the gift of giving birth to life, literally and figuratively
- our nurturing power
- the beauty we are and the beauty we see
- our ability to connect to other women in a deep and profound way
- our fierce strength and perseverance
- our emotions (this one’s new for me – wasn’t always grateful for these)
- our solidarity as one
- our desire to get to wholeness within ourselves
- the kindness
To all the women on the planet, I’m so in love with you.