The Divine Experience of Being A Woman (Patreon)

I don't just laugh.

I roll on the floor ― tears erupting ― as my muscles ache in an outpouring of wild and uncontrollable contractions that rumble through my soft belly. 

I don't just cry.

I wail with tears in a torrential downpour of chaotic emotion spilling out through my eyes, from the wells of my heart.

I don't just get angry.

I release the fire of 1000 suns from my bones and scream bloody murder into a pillow, into my hands, into the air, under the water.

I don't just love. 

I protect people with the fierceness of a mama Lioness. 

I land gently on their skin and kiss them with the delicacy of a butterfly.

I open my entire body and being like a vault that's housed ancient secrets throughout the ages.

I don't just have sex.

I stretch myself to the outermost limits of what is possible with my body, my heart, my desires.

I don't just call myself a woman.

I am a creator, an artist, a ritual space holder, a curator of magic.

I am an alchemist, a sexual priestess, a divine mapper of the human psyche & soul.

I am one who dances up the bones and sings down the blues.

Who whispers loving words to the world as she falls asleep, and falls in love with the moon as she counts sheep.

One who awakens deep yearning and facilitates deep learning. 

Oh.

Don't get me wrong.

I am Woman ― through and through.

Yet I am so many other things, too...

xoxo,

A.M.

Photo by Emily Poste