Where are the courageous women of the galaxy?

Of flesh, blood, and starlight, upholding the integrity of the Earth.

Where are the embodied goddesses protecting that which truly matters? Why so concerned with a woman in power without the soul of creation?

Why allow your children to be muzzled and poked, conditioned, and sent to war to kill other women’s children?

Where are the grandmothers’ healing hands, catching their daughters’ tears, transforming them into rivers of abundant gratitude?

Are you so stuck in anger and frustration that you cannot let emotions flow like volcanos to reveal the dark, fertile Earth?

The hidden wisdom of your ancestors held there in the darkness of the Earth’s womb space.

Your resistance stifling the movement of its clarity.

The suppression of energy feels like smoke puffing from a cold chimney, restricting breath, contaminating the lungs of innocent bystanders,

claiming and grabbing hearts that you cannot own, desperate to connect to life.

You are a raging dragon, spewing fire, swinging your tail, and destroying the world you claim to love.

Stop. Be still.

Close your eyes and open them inward.

Step forward to meet her.

Touch her cheek and look into her eyes deeply, softly, and with fierce intent.

Feel into her every cell. Melt the ice caps of pain, sorrow, and fear from time beginnings.

Call her broken fragments home.

Embrace her ravaged tentacles and apologise.

Hold her until she calms into a mountain of cherry blossoms.

Tell her you love her.

Listen to her sobbing, releasing, transforming.

Integrate into divinity and receive your purpose.

Heal the world, mother.

Take back your true power and sing.

It has always been in you.