For the first time, she also recounts her own experience with sexual assault and validates for herself and all women – if your body and psyche experiences something as a violation – then it’s a violation.
We’ve got tear gas riot squads aiming straight for the protest lines of our weary souls. Landmines in our chests that we trip over every time we try to hide from the terrifying tremble of our own war torn hearts.
We are rising in a language that is full of emotion, anger and love that it’s as heady as the oils and sage we use. What about the women we are not reaching because we’re so busy speaking our soul’s language that we’ve forgotten the human one?
My moon teaches me about fear. He shows me how deep some emotions and fears are intertwined. Though even in the darkest hour of ruthless anxiety, my moon shines so beautifully bright and illuminates the path forward.