Weaving Women

''..the night is dark, and the way is very long; just the right conditions needed for development of one's original and precious gifts.'' *


Last night I dreamt of waters, of waters deep, waters of the sea, 
and I was flying, flying toward a small half moon in a cream, vanilla pinkened sky.
(A wanting from the heart, beneath rivers, so dark).

I followed these waters, but I became afraid as I found myself flowing deeper into their currents,
(I want to not be afraid any more)
and as I followed, I found myself in a factory, where the fresh waters of the deep were being packaged
in plastic bottles, to then eventually be sold.
(There is a blockage in the river)
A man and a woman were there too, both smiling in approval of the systemic packaging of these waters from the deep..

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And the water gushed everywhere,
and she never told a soul.
'Cos the wild water contained wild blood,
and the wild blood was sacred,
and only vented itself through the five senses.
The sixth one being a secret,
a secret contained only within woman.
But this secret has been tainted,
tainted with poisonous venom,
and has been violently misused over the centuries..

Women, it's time to take our power back.

It is now time to reclaim the wild waters as our own -

and our wild blood, that runs

through each and every one of us..

*

(Making space. Making waves)

Swimming with 'dem ghosts,

who live beneath the waves.

(Making space. Making waves)

Making way for a Diety,

who lives beneath the waves..

''She is poor, breathtakingly beautiful, but rich in soul and spirit.'' *

She is the Wild spirit, that lives within all of us..

and so,
in she dipped her dainty toes,
unto the river in the valley where no one goes,
touching on truths both harsh and rational..
and up until now, have lain
untold.

'And one day, I shall die,' she thought,
'I am no princess at all, I have been but a ghost, to myself,
and to all women.'

Dare to go deeper, dare to dig a little deeper,
and to swim a little further..
do not be afraid to exert yourself,
for the wild will always be there with you, always,
and she will always return, no matter how far she is driven away.

''...from beauty to heightened beauty, from deeper to ever deeper meaning.''

To the charge and the charms of your own existence.
From the waters to the river.

Weaving through sludge,

weaving through mud.

Searching for my Animus..

I shall never give up,

(She never gives up..)

Weaving Women, we never give up

This tide is just rough.

* 'Women Who Run With the Wolves' - Clarissa Pinkola Estes)