She is navigating the deep space between feeling something in her bones and finding language for it.

What moves within her often belongs to a pre-verbal layer — instinctive, symbolic, embodied. A place where eros, grief, longing, intuition, and creative impulse live close to the earth. It can be deeply felt and inhabited, yet difficult to explain.

When she tries to speak from this space, do not immediately correct, re-interpret, or invalidate her. She longs to be listened to while she searches for words for something that has long lived as sensation, image, and deep inner knowing.

That is why women’s circles can feel like a lifeline. One woman speaks something she barely knows how to name, and suddenly others recognize themselves in it. What was once private and uncertain begins to breathe in shared space. Shared reality builds deeper trust in one’s own experience. Defences dissolve.

The language is still forming. How could it not be? She is walking through territory that has no maps.

And perhaps part of her journey now is learning not to abandon her deepest knowing simply because it does not yet fit existing systems, language, or expectations.

She’s not letting herself be talked down to anymore.

Art: Ayumi Shibata

She had learned conflict resolution from the way her mother (and father too) had handled conflict. It was the barely conscious, default method she fell into when faced with a difficult situation. Sometimes, this method was swift and brutal, and sometimes, painful and slow. Differences always felt threatening and stressful to her. The doors got shut.

She doesn’t want to choose that route anymore. She no longer wants to make finite decisions about people, too quickly. She wants to be in allowance for both the hurt and her heart. She’s choosing to keep both open and pay attention.

Her spacious womb space is allowing many perspectives to exist together. She’s learning to frame her reference from many angles. Her interior is becoming a mansion with many rooms, doors, and windows. Her unhurried authenticity is allowing truth to filter through, taking its time. She wants to build, not destroy. She’s holding the saplings of her power and her anger tenderly, slowly turning them towards the sun. They are not overpowering her now, taking her over by habit, deciding for her. She is wielding them mindfully. Wisdom is arriving, fear is leaving. It’s a kaleidoscopic world.

Right now, you see her life force re-creating her mansion with great attention. Those who arrive inside will feel nourished and comfortable.

The wisdom is weaving her together, and she will weave the world.

Artwork: Two Friends by Indrani Acharya

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Art:Gopal Swami Khetanchi

So many women look shut down or seem to have inaccessible interiors. They don’t appear to be listening or learning. They would still rather go the unconscious way. You can see that they are hurting themselves by doing so.

It is easy to be impatient when you know you can show her, tell her an easy way out. She doesn’t have to suffer at all. If only she could see. It is easy to be angry & frustrated, and judging her is so easy.

What if she’s guarding a deep fire inside. What if her appearance does not in any way define her potent inner lava. What if she’s waiting for a cycle to end. What if your unspoken pressure became just one more layer on her shield?

No matter how much a stretch it is to see her wisdom, can we honour her life choices. One energy that women have been starved of is honouring. It is much more than understanding or compassion. Something shifts deeply within when a woman is honoured for who she is. Then, inside of us, we give her the space to be all of who she is, no matter her life choices.

If a muscle relaxes inside of you when you do that, it perhaps would relax in her as well. What if her call is simply for you to walk with her, fully embracing her dignity.

Our ‘seeing’ is the cool breeze of change.

She’s outing her demons by retreiving her voice.

Of what use is her veil of shame and silence? She’d rather have a magic cape.

She used to bear shame with a sense of responsibility. ‘It’s good for you’, they lied, and she shrank behind it even when it corroded her insides. No spell that’s cast lasts forever. This one’s time is over. Her body is now releasing this toxic shame. The doors through which they walked in to heap more shame have disappeared.

She was born pure and sacred. Her body is a temple. And so is the body of all her sisters. The transition from the shameful one to the sacred one is one phenomenal journey she’s making.

Retreiving her authentic voice is like the ringing of a bell in the dark depths of her temple. Soon, she hears another temple bell at a distance, and another, and a deep resonant chime begins to resound everywhere. Sometimes, the sound is fierce and deafening, and at others, soft and rhythmic. The bell sounds are healing her womb.

The sound waves are creating a new frequency, a new song. All ancient temples everywhere are being restored.

The bells hold a sacred call.

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She’s finding the gift inside her gift.

She’s arriving at the place which had been was concealed, waiting to be found. There was something she had to do first, to find it. She had to spend her gift ~ give it generously, abundantly, with all her heart. Offering it was an act of daring, but her gift would have it no other way. She nourished her gift, and it nourished her back. The goodness of it imbued her and her world. Her life and her gift joyously flowed through her. As she dived deeper, her gift shone in its luminosity, fragrance, music and poetic quality.

Her gift guided her to take many pauses, to realign and recalibrate her life. As she became more and more intimate with her gift, it is impossible to tell them apart. She is the gift fully matured. And one cycle of her rich life is ending.

She’s slowing down to listen deeply to what this ending means. Her gift is whispering: ‘here’s a reward for honouring me so deeply. In my centre is your new gift. Let it arrive into your heart now.’

She’s currently in the pause, very still, allowing the gift within the gift to arrive. She’s sensing its very different flavour and fragrance. It feels new, fresh, and different. Even though the temptation to continue her rich old life tugs at her sometimes, she’s allowing her old life to slip away through her fingers.

She’s the new vessel for this new arrival. Meanwhile, she is resting, using her hands to tend to her plants, to bake and cook, to paint, and to clean her windows. And of course, she’s brewing tea.

This cycle belongs to those who drink deeply from their gift.

Picture by Bertrand Kulik

She’s spinning a new life into her (w)hologram.
Astonishing things are happening as she becomes her natural essence. She’s claiming riches hidden deep inside her earth. Nature is giving her powerful keys to wholeness. The forest holds the secret to regeneration. Her wild, feral side is bringing back to her an intelligence that nourishes her deeply.

In nature, the cycle of birth and death is the mystery of creation. Every state is honoured. No state is forever. A flower gives way to fruit, a dry leaf becomes earth, a new harvest ripens as the seasons turn.. Nature begins new stories effortlessly, and ends others with no resistance.

She too is is dissolving her fear with regard to beginnings and endings, easing into both.She stands powerfully at new beginnings, a new middle and new endings. This brings her great vitality. Her cellular codes now gift her the secret language to revive, renew and restore herself. The hole is becoming whole with her powerful intent. She’s spinning delicate new strands of light, reconnecting her lost parts. She’s being surprised by the allies she’s finding on her way.
The more she allows and surrenders to nature, the more unexpected the ways she’s coming together now. The trick is a willingness to be surprised.

She’s the mistress of reincarnation.