If my daughter had grown...

If my daughter had grown to be a woman I would have taught her these things.

To recognise that the feminine essence is the receptive function. For us to be in harmony with ourselves, and with Life, we have to be able to be still. To be silent. To hold ourselves in the place of deep knowing, so we can hear the wisdom in our bones, the song of the earth, and that when we do this, all actions arise from that rightness. In our culture, we are so caught up in doing, in achieving, that we forget to listen, really listen, to that wise old crone within, with roots going into the earth.

To know that to be female is to dance. To dance with our emotions, dance with our seasons, dance with our sisters, dance with our mates, dance with our children, dance in the wind, the sun, the rain, dance with our struggles. That the feminine is about flow rather than form, and that as long as we are in touch with our flowing natures, everything is a season that moves through like a summer storm.
The masculine holds the form. It is the place of structure. The feminine holds the flow. Living in the place of deep intuition, where knowing isn't a function of the mind, but of the heart.

To know that everything is born through the feminine, and this is our power, the power of creation, of life. That feminine power isn't of the fist, but of the womb. And our wombs enclose, they hold, they nourish. If we cannot give ourselves that holding, if we cannot nourish ourselves, how can we move our power into the world?

That we need to look inward, rather that outward, for our answers. That we need to release ourselves from the prison of the 'good girl', and become instead the wild woman, true to our own purpose, dancing to the beat of our own luscious hearts.

I salute all my sisters, from babe to crone, as we dance across the skin of the world, learning our lessons, dreaming our dreams, falling and flying and learning by getting it wrong, until we get it right.

Gina Chick.

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