Happy International Women’s Day to you all! To all the women striking today, you fucking rock. I don’t have a conventional job to strike from, but I won’t spend money. I don’t think I’ve ever seen women’s history month be so enthusiastic. I am loving all the feminine love all over my social media feeds.
I think that this world needs a hell of a lot more feminine influence. Thankfully, I also think we are witnessing the return of the sacred feminine. And as the 7 of disks leaped from the mother peace deck, I couldn’t help but smile. The return of the sacred feminine is growing within so many of us, regardless of where you fall on the gender spectrum. Gestation takes time and although it is hard to be patient and keep trusting, this is a birth we cannot rush.
As we wait, we will keep developing ourselves, helping one another out, growing our resources, connection, joy, and empowerment so that the sacred feminine has a clear path to land on. We will continue following our passions, letting our will and our happiness lead the way so that the divine feminine has strong, fertile hearts to grow in. We will continue to fight the patriarchy and stand for an equal and just world. We will keep demanding that the powers that be recognize and answer for their greed, their blasphemous destruction of our earth, their irreverent and atrocious human rights violations, their obscene violence, and corruption. We will continue to recognize and transform our own internalization of these forces.
We will keep dreaming, talking, and wishing, while we work for a future that we deserve. We will continue to strive to be uninhibited in our expression, passionate in our demands for retribution, and absolutely free in our dance toward a new world order.
It has already been a long and trying road. I think that’s why the buffalo came out again today: to remind us to stay grounded in reality but uplifted through spirituality as we face this darkness. With every blow, we will push harder. We are made from strength and endurance. We are made from sacrifice. We are made from blood. We are made from more than any greedy, power hungry machine of patriarchy.