Women are talking
Yes, girls are coming out of the woods
And women are talking
To each other
And women listen well
And women believe each other
And women strengthen each other, with utterances of “I see you”, whispered through tears, as soft, hard-worked hands hold each other in loving solidarity
Women are talking, telling our stories, sharing our truths, as the relief of being heard and held trickles streams pours out of us, taking form as words, laughter, snot, yawns, and swearing – lots of swearing
The words are not pretty, the stories are not pleasing, the strength is not something that comes out of a jar of protein powder or a superfood capsule.
Gritty and real and hot – a strength earned
Earned by staying
By staying with ourselves in the darkness. By staying upright in the cyclonic winds of life and other people’s bullshit.
By staying true to the path of liberation laid out before us; without seeking slumber on the velvet lounge of “someone else will fix this”.
Staying tethered to Gaia’s ever loving support through the sinewy tap root that comes straight out the bottom of our pelvic bowl.
Staying anchored to the highest star above, feeding from the limitless stream of white light.
Staying in the process of our stories swirling through us, rebuilding our cells into new, stronger, wiser, same as before women.
We are not obedient. We are not subservient. We are not controllable.
And we make no apology.
We do not allow the shame of others to isolate us into silence. We do not protect those who have wronged us and our children. We do not complicitly uphold the structures of oppression.
Watch as they tumble down.
Watch as the dust rises.
Watch as the footprints of mothers, sisters, daughters, girlfriends, grandmothers, allies, and sons appear in their multitudes.
And listen. Listen as the whisper builds.
It’s the sound of power surging towards a better world for all. For our children yet to come, for our precious planet. For ourselves.
The Women are talking
– after Tishani Doshi Read her here ❤️