The Feminine Is Awake & She’s Pretty F*cking Pissed
The feminine is waking to much anger in her cells right now.
The deeply rooted, dark, painful shit that seems to be a firmly needed re-direct to the misguided masculine ways.
She is not your mother, nor is she responsible for the love yours didn’t give you.
She’s pissed right now and rightfully so.
Her nurturing ways are no longer a gentle, docile dumping grounds for bullshit they once were.
She’s sick of love being seen as a weakness so she is learning to use her fire in new, unforgiving ways. Showing the masculine who and what is in charge now.
Love is in charge.
But not in the wrongful ways it was once used against her. Oh no. That time is done.
So, she blazes, she screams and she honours her sacred truth.
Her voice demanding to be heard, to be felt, to be respected, to be taken seriously, and it is not pretty. At least not in the ways that it has been expected of her.
But fuck those ways, because that time is done and she has never been more beautiful, more whole, and more empowered than when she now rages in her commitment to the feminine hearts healing.
She is rising, and pretty has a whole new meaning. She knows her job isn’t to live by old rules, to be kept in unsovereign ways. To love a darkness that has been dumped on her — one that expected to burden her.
Instead, she is here to teach you to love it.
To teach you to stop dumping.
To teach you to stop running from your wounds.
To teach you to stop damaging the feminine hearts you leave in your wake because you refuse to address the pain that is yours.
To teach you to rise up alongside her, or to get out of her damn way!
For more self-study, The Urban Howl recommends The Inner Voice of Love: A Journey Through Anguish to Freedom.
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