The End is Near; We are About to Begin

Saturday I heard a story. And Sunday I heard a story. And Monday I heard a story. And today, another one. And all the stories were different. And all the stories were the same:

A woman—a divine and flawed human woman—looked at the man to whom she has committed her heart (a divine and flawed human, too) and saw unfold, clearly and in real time, the violation of his respect for her.

And I listened to the quiet, even voices of these women telling their stories. And I looked at their faces. And I looked in the mirror. And what I see makes me tremble. What I see makes me weep. What I see makes me speechless. I sit here to write without words. But I know I have to find the words. Because I know this:

This can NOT continue. This must end.

We cannot continue to watch ourselves being subtly and overtly dishonored and wonder, in the back of our hearts, if we deserve it.

We cannot continue to listen to backhanded excuses, limp justifications and round-the-bush half-truths, trying to make sense of what is senseless, saying nothing in response.

We cannot be in situations where there is more safety in blindness than there is in truth.

We cannot allow ourselves to be so busy with doing…name it, you know you are doing it…that we forget that Knowing is our strength, our health and the Source of our life.

We can’t continue to shoulder the blame for everything that is not exactly “right” in our lives—from the dust in the corners to the baby’s allergies to the fact that “he” is not at home. Because all that won’t stay on our shoulders, so it migrates to our throbbing temples, our breasts, our backs, our wombs—and lodges there, growing.

We cannot continue to mute ourselves and make ourselves invisible. We cannot be called out of our names.

We cannot forget who we are.

Because you do know who you are, don’t you? You are the vessel for the creation of all humanity. You were given the ability to feed the generations. You are the one everyone turns to for wisdom, because you have both intelligence and intuition—and you know how to use them. You are….

Oh, this will just sound like so much new age, neo-feminist, milk and moon-blood Goddess-centric bullshit. And who am I to tell you who you are? I can hardly recognize and define myself.

But I know this, too: I’m about to get real, real clear. Little by little I am waking up. And my sisters around me are waking, too. And when we wipe the sleep out of our eyes, we are going to start moving. Some of us are moving now—our faces unwashed, still pulling on our clothes—because it is time. This ignore-ance of our Sacredness has got to stop and we are the ones to stop it.

You: Stand in your Self. You: Support the woman next to you. Me: Still your hands, wipe the tears and find the words.

Because it's time.