Beloved sisters, grandmothers, mothers, daughters, warrior women, wild women, wise women, wonderful women.

These words are dedicated to you, the woman who is brave enough to wear your Mantle of Self with dignity and grace.

In gratitude of you

Women who seed me with your ways, words, art and hearts

Who inspire me to heal

Who motivate me sit with myself, and sit in circle with other sisters

Who challenge me to continuously empty

Who remind me that I too, can flow with change

Women who inspire me to become more open and honest and natural

In my choices, decisions and relationship with mySelf

So I can be more open and honest and natural with others

Women who help me see things I hadn't seen before 

To drop in, celebrate and practice self-worth worship of my beautiful body

To honour this sacred temple, the home of me

To be gentle each time I touch the earth with the soles of my feet

To be strong as I stretch into the unknown and tickle the stars with my fingertips

Ancient One's. 

Born of the soil, water, winds and fire

Grandmothers

Grandfathers

Be welcome here

I hear you

I feel your warning

I stand in my authority

With a wise and tender warrioress' heart

Comfortable in my own skin and bones, heart and soul

Wielding the weapon of unconditional love

I wear the Mantle

The Mantle of mySelf

Because no one else can

I no longer want to speak with another's voice

Wear another's face

Create through another's art

Nor live vicariously though another's pain OR pleasure

I seek to heal

I choose to open my arms and welcome it all in

This pain that has become my enemy

This crap that has lodged itself inside of me

I hold it in a warm and loving embrace

Accept it wholly for what it is

Oh sweet pain

I am listening

I feel you

Deceived, let down, abandoned, hurt, overly-protected, misunderstood, attacked, separated, humiliated, ashamed

I don't want to take ownership of these ugly things that I know are mine

I want to run away

But I don't

Oh sweet pain

I am listening

I writhe in the discomfort of it all

Of all that was, all that is, and all that ever shall be

How fucking frustrated I have become

Because it doesn't' look the way I want it to

Because it doesn't feel the way I think it should

I relinquish my need to CONTROL here and now

I allow the silent screams to erupt

The contortions of my body feel violent

The pain moves me

I move the pain

The eye of the storm seduces me

And I surrender myself to it

And I move with it

And then it is done

All of a sudden I can see so clearly

In the midst of all the chaos, I realize that I am home

I am me

I claim myself

With a strong and tender warrioress' heart

Comfortable in my own skin and bones, heart and soul

I wear my Mantle of Self

You be you

I am me