It’s interesting being a woman.
And inviting people into my work.
There are ghosts in my computer that tell me what I owe
I read several messages today, that my intimate sharing, invited debate
And I wondered, why all the people who wrote that
That has never been the intent of me sharing.
I decided to “unfriend” people who were pulling my content into arenas where they felt more in control.
And was told that made my voice on FB less genuine.
I thought about it.
If I lift up my skirt and loosen my shirt,
If I make my two hearts visible,
For fucks sake, stand there and look.
I am not naked to be evaluated
That is a wound of the patriarchy
I have been cleaning my outer world this week, to make space for the 8 women I am drawing to my nest. As I walk around Granada, I envision them like eggs that I will warm, and encourage, until cracked shells lead to tender first steps, and then flight.
They will need my focus and my wholeness. The things that pull at my hair and buzz around me like gnats. Will hurt them, as well as me.
And I remembered, expansion means letting go of things.
It requires you to define what you water with your tears
and feed with your blood.
It is death, before new life.