A feminine rising
It was a big ask.
Inviting women to meet me at 6am on a weekday, in the dark, on a patch of grass deep in a relatively unknown and isolated garden with no signposts or lighting.
Yet, this morning, eleven extraordinary, adventurous women followed a fairy and tea light trail to meet me and co-create a Women's circle to celebrate International Women's Day.
We set up a special space where our conversations were only for our container, and we understood that it was our opportunity to be seen, heard and valued as whole exactly as we arrived.
Over the next hour, we:
Remembered our ancestors, the women on whose shoulders we stand.
Acknowledged and honoured the Wurundjeri people, the traditional custodians of the land.
Reflected on the undervalued, dismissed, silenced parts of our feminine.
Recognised the impact of societal conditioning, ignoring our shadows, and looking outside of ourselves for validation.
Chose to nurture an aspect of our feminine so that it may rise and grow surrounded by the love and encouragement of sisters.
Nibbled on berries and bliss balls, exchanged recycled gifts, and felt deep connection with new sisters.
The collective power and love we channelled will ripple out into sisters beyond our reach through the generous donations of all who came (and one who joined us in spirit). We raised $285 that will be equally distributed to three women's empowerment organisations - One Girl, Share the Dignity, and Happy Boxes.
The feminine we celebrated, and we desire to see in the world now, is beautifully articulated in Dr Shafali's poem, ‘The Time of the Awakened Women’ from her book, 'A Radical Awakening’
I shared it with my sisters this morning and I wanted to share it with you too.
A little gift for you, and in celebration of you, on International Women's Day!
Let me know if it speaks to you too. What does it make you want to do? What aspect of your feminine feels like rising up?
There comes a time in the life of a woman
When she discards her old ways like tossed shoes in the garbage
When she shreds her list of ‘shoulds' and obligations
And when impossible expectations are burned in an incinerator
There comes a time in the life of a woman
Wen the approval of others once jewels now turn to pennies in her sock
When the hunt for another is now replaced by a hunt for herself
And when parental tentacles of tradition no longer define her truth
There comes a time in the life of a woman
When her desire to fit in with the crowd dissolves
When her manic compulsion to be perfect vaporises
And when her obsession to be voted popular eviscerates
There comes a time in the life of a woman
When she simply says "no more"
When facade, artifice, and guile leave her nauseated
And when righteousness, dogma, and superiority repulse her
There comes a time in the life of a woman
When she no longer fears conflict but faces it boldly like a lioness
When she guards her authenticity as fearlessly as she guards her babies
And when she drops the role of saviour knowing she can only save herself
There comes a time in the life of a woman
When she no longer cowers in the shadows of her unworthiness
When she no longer plays small so others can feel big
And when she swaps the role of victim for the role of co-creator
There comes a time in the life of a woman
When she finally releases her childlike dependencies on others
When she dares to rewrite a new mandate of living for herself
One that says:
I release unworthiness and fear
I divorce servility and passivity
I divest inauthenticity and enmeshment
I end the pretence of being someone I am not
And from now on I declare…
I will ascent into my highest power
I will embrace my greatest autonomy
I will celebrate my deepest worth
I will embody my fiercest courage
and mainfest the most authentic me
The time is now
I am ready
To awaken into my renaissance.
And so it is.
xo, Penny
Ps. If you don't identify with the feminine aspect of yourself (if this concept of feminine is being confused with gender identity in your mind, you can find more about ‘Balancing the Masculine and feminine energies’ in this brief blog article. Essentially, the feminine qualities have been devalued in favour of the masculine for thousands of years)