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pray even when the waters are calm

The best part of being authentic is that there is no image to maintain. You will delight some and disturb others, and none of it will concern the truth of your being.

“Let yourself really feel your desires. Even if you do not have the resources to afford or access to the experiences, allowing your body to open up to the sensations of your desires is a big part of the divine feminine work. It’s more valuable than your action steps and that’s on…Goddess.”

— India Ame’ye, Author

I think it’s important to just take a second and stop listening to the podcasts, reading the books, consuming content, and sit with yourself and God. If you’re  living through someone else’s experience too much, you’ll forget to live in your own. We are already living in others experiences, maybe even more than our own. 

the feminine urge to become fluent in every language on earth so I can read literature in poetry in their native tongues to get the full effect

How many women before me were able to stand in their power unapologetically?

Or how many were cognizant of their magical gifts, their power, but were not able to express it out of fear of being persecuted or reviled?

I pay homage to my matriline by being the free and fluid woman my loving ancestors would dream to be. I am a woman who is rooted in her power and fearlessly stands true in it. I don’t shy away from my gifts; my curious and wild feminine nature stops at nothing to continue digging deeper and deeper.

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As I navigate through healing my traumas, I often think about how many women in my lineage have endured the same painful lessons I have. Our traumas run much deeper than this lifetime; our current reality is built on the back of a capitalist patriarchal society that relentlessly attacks the divine feminine. In order to truly know myself, I must know and accept my matriline. The women before me are all reflections of the woman I am today.

What did the women before me go through?

What have they passed on to me, from generation to generation?

What strengths of mine belong to them? What pain of mine belongs to them?

I admire the women before me for their strength needed to navigate in a patriarchal world that disparages women. I empathize with the generations of powerful women who had to sacrifice, fight, protect. Who were made to neglect their needs, stay small, remain silent..

I commend my matriline for their resilience, though I know their fierce femininity inevitably grew battered and bruised.

I accept the pain and trauma they have passed on to me, for if I don’t recognize it, I may continue to pass it on to those after me. I accept my ancestral trauma because I am the one in the bloodline who will transmute it.

I don’t just identify with their wounds and suffering; for they also passed to me their strength, vigor, and power. I come from a bloodline of magical, intuitive women; of serene stoics. My matrline has passed down keen judgment, sharp observation, honorable virtues, unshakable intelligence. I come from a matriline that have razor-sharp instincts, even if they didn’t always know how to follow them. I sit on generation after generation of wisdom.

I cherish and honor the women before me, because the lessons they’ve learned have led to the woman I am today. 🕯️🦋🕸️👣💌

me after sitting in the sun for ten minutes: love is real

love lingers in the kitchen

perehelion, franny choi // joan didion’s kitchen, vogue // teija lehto // tennessee williams // daidai’s kitchen, @pakchoys // kitchen, banana yoshimoto // bread, phoebe wahl (@phoebewahl) // chocolate chip pancakes, caitlyn siehl (@alonesomes) // podlaskie klimaty

Who are you when you are alone? 🕯️

She’s the calm, the storm, & the equilibrium.

I’ve always found myself in storms, but I tended to resonate in a melancholic manner. Rain, thunder, lightning— they were expressions of my deep emotional nature. However, like most inherent feminine qualities, being “too emotional” felt like a burden to me; like a flaw. In reality, this is just another fallacy women are made to believe. When our emotional nature is understood and cultivated, it is undoubtedly a superpower.

Being feminine looks like

the calm, THE STORM, The Equilibrium.

An evolved continuation of my last poem, “I wanted to feed the flowers, you wanted a flood”.

This version is a from my current self, an ode to my past. This is the divine feminine. The unshakable, wild, intuitive, unapologetic, fierce, overgrown, uninhibited, imperishable feminine nature. ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

A poem to a past version of myself -

I’ve always loved the thunder and rain; much more than the civilized sun.

Maybe because I had a gift for seeing the beauty in where others saw somber.

Perhaps this is why I find the best traits in a person filled with flaws.

The potential spark of light in a body of darkness.

Sure, the sun is loved and known for it’s bright beams;

But lightning cracking in overcast has the same quality.

Does she not deserve to be admired?

When that violet voltage strikes, scurry quickly for you might miss the swift illumination amongst the shadowy sky.

Look! There is some semblance of light!

I try to convince…

If I could reach out and touch that beautiful disaster I would.

Perhaps this is why I’ve repeatedly let charming hazards in to fill me violently.

. . .

I’ve always seen myself in the rain.

In the thunder.

In the lightning.

When I see another filled with rain, filled with thunder— I can’t help but want to create a storm.

Yet what the naïve girl in me failed to see;

I wanted to use the rain to feed the flowers,

You wanted to cause a flood.