Who Are You In Your Wonder?
BY USHMI DOSAJA In my wonder I know my power I do not shrink To ensure your comfort Or mine I am big…
Tag: Power
I Choose Wonder — My Life Depends On It
BY USHMI DOSAJA One Life That’s all I have Forgive me If you sense an urgency In my will to live Wonderfully For…
Where’s The Authentic Celebration Of Woman Today?
BY SABRINA LYNN It was recently International Women’s Day and so much of what was out there felt like a disgrace and a…
Softening Into Power: Finding The Sweet Spot Between Rage & Compassion
BY KATE LEIPER A heavy heart. You know it. The texture of a deep sigh stuck in your chest space, unable to flow…
The Raven’s Call: Surrender, And Join The Ring Of Power
BY LISA MARKS Trees are different cloaked in white. Wisdom elders drawing close, hold us in their circle, like a Taos painting I…
I Want A Home Inside Myself Built With My Own Hands And Love
Go home to the first parts of yourself you remember. The long strands of hair, feet kicked up toward the sky, back arched under the summer sun on a tire swing.
Howl For Me, Wolf-Woman: The Wild Woman’s Body-Prayer For Rage Release
Deep bow to you for admitting your rage, for women frequently have their anger invalidated more than any other emotion. Feminine ire is holy hellfire, and you have a soul-deep right to feel your rage.
To The Spiritual Warrior Who’s No Longer Afraid To Set Intentions
I saw where I’d been holding myself back, and how I’d been holding back since I was a child. “Let the adults do it”, they’d say. So never did I try. I got comfortable watching. I looked away when things seemed too challenging.
A Ritual For Betrayal — When You Have No Choice But To Become Someone New
Betrayal by those in our pack carves bloody chasms into our very identity. Betrayal changes the conditions of our relational world so completely and irrevocably that we ourselves have no choice but to become someone new.
F*ck Off: I’m Not A Good, Obedient Girl Anymore
I’m not here for your approving gaze, to satisfy some need of yours, visual or otherwise. No longer content to be the subject of your displaced idea of me.