A walking revolution. A soul cracked wide open, Blazing with the fire of her knowing… This is not how we were meant to be dear women. This is not how we are meant to exist. A walking evolution. Our hearts cracked wide open, Bleeding wounds that remain from the women who carved this path before us… On this trail of blood and fire, I will not stop to ask for directions from those who have never been where I am going. An uncharted journey. Are you afraid, Beloved? No. She smiles wildly and free. I am the map. I am the road. I am the destination. I am the lighthouse that will guide myself home in these treacherous waters. As I navigate through this stormy sea, I will light the way not just for my own soul But for the souls of the awake revolutionary, evolutionary women who walk, dance, swim alongside me. My light is for me. My light is for you. Mine for the diamonds of your soul, But know, Beloved warrior woman, they will tell you that You are nothing but coal. But you will take the carbon of your body, the water of your mind, the air of your lungs, the fire of your soul. You will take the immense pressure of the untrue conditioning they dressed you in from the moment you first inhaled breath, And together revolutionary, evolutionary woman, You will make diamond after diamond as you reprogram every lie that kept you adrift. Until the sea that you swim in is made of these diamonds of truth and of trust. Do you see beloved, that this sparkling sea would not exist without your strength, Your courage, Your wisdom, Your relentless willingness to mine for the treasure you always knew was there, under the refuse they fed you? A walking revolution. A woman all her own. A path of her own making. Her soul, a lighthouse for every woman that searches for home. A walking evolution. Never broken, eternally whole. Wholly, radically loving herself, A tourniquet to the wounded women who journeyed before her... Before she became the sea of diamonds you see sparkling before you Reflecting 1,000 truths you always knew. An uncharted journey that you will walk again and again. You are the map. You are the road. You are the destination, And you, Beloved, are always home. Welcome home revolutionary, evolutionary women. We have been waiting for you. -The Lighthouses.
While I feel all my pieces are downloads from Universal Source, this particular piece was written for and inspired by Dr. Amanda Hanson, Midlife Muse.
Amanda was the first person to teach me the metaphor about women being lighthouses. She also taught me that I held the keys to the prison I lived in and that the prison I was living in was built brick by brick with the untrue, bullshi*t conditioning that women are too much, or too little but never enough, never whole. She showed me what an evolutionary woman looks like and how the life of a revolutionary woman was created. She gave me the tools to demolish the prison walls, thick with lies and false narratives, and on the ground where that poisonous prison once stood, strong and seemingly impervious, re-build brick by beautiful brick an eden of my own design.
Dearest Amanda, this piece is for you and because of you. Thank you for being that lighthouse, for charting the path and for showing me I was never broken. I am forever grateful and forever changed by your wisdom and the power of your work.
We are all lighthouses when we accept our true worth, the depth of our power and our wholeness. May we shine so brightly, alone and collectively, that we eradicate these prison walls for this and all future generations. My light is for you, Beloved. My light is for me. Shine on beautiful women. I love you.
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