I love having the body of a woman and marvel at the beauty of each woman’s uniqueness and the magic each souls inside shines.
I love having hair that I can choose what I want to do with , whilst taking for granted that it grows back .
I love how our skin renews itself and sheds , naturally peeling of layers of armour we’ve carried around for years.
I love how decorative eyes of women are! With or without make up , the art around eyes is fascinating , but looking into the eyes of a woman you can see her from the inside , you can sense the pain, but mostly you are mesmerised by her beauty.
I love how we are like lionesses , sit back and watch the drama but when we need to defend or feed our Cubs, instinct kicks in and we do whatever we have to to keep them safe and fed!( This can be so underestimated)
We don’t deserve to carry the weight of generations of pain , misunderstandings and innocent mistakes we’ve made whilst we navigate our way back home to true and pure source.
We deserve to be shamelessly , naked , bare, exposed and vulnerable , to learn and recognise just how powerful we are.
We are not broken, we don’t need fixing , we are enough, we always have been .
We just couldn’t see it , we have assumed our downfalls and mistakes have us destined for a life of misery - as if its all we deserve, so don’t get your hopes up.
That red thread for me has been renewed, that ongoing pattern ends here and a new thread begins with the past forgiven of motherline and especially with myself.
Each bleed reminds me of how far this line has healed!
Being a woman is magic
Huge love
Em x