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Once upon a time, there was a woman. Endowed with a heritage, she was born into a culture where women claimed their due space; a time and place when women’s unique ability to create and nurture life was sacred.

She was born into a culture where women wove a tapestry of ritual and identity for and with each other. For and with their mothers. Their sisters. Their daughters.

Within the circle of women in her community, the stages of her life were honored and celebrated.

As a maiden, her childhood was sacred. She was surrounded by women of stature and wisdom in her community, and had role models of all ages and sizes to emulate. She was free to test the abilities and strengths of her mind and body, free to play and discover the world around her without the shadow of sexual objectification. At her mother’s knee, she witness the harmonious rhythm between woman and Nature, and grew to respect and trust her own body’s potential. At the onset of puberty, her circle of women honored this passage with a celebration that welcomed her into womanhood.

Her pregnancy was honored during a blessing ceremony that affirmed her community’s commitment to supporting her not only during pregnancy and birth, but throughout her journey as a mother. Having witnessed the births of her younger brothers and sisters and other children of the community, she trusted birth, and trusted her body. She gave birth among women; worthy guides with a reverence for the birth experience in and of itself. Her circle then mothered the new mother that she had become by caring for her physically and emotionally in the days and weeks after her child was born. She breastfed her child without hesitation, confident in her body’s ability to create the perfect nourishment for her child; comfortable after seeing countless women in her community do the same.

As her mothering years passed and her children began to have their own children, she was honored and respected in her community as a wise woman. Her counsel was sought and her knowledge of the healing arts was revered. She was an indispensable member of her community, having lived through the challenges and experiences of a lifetime.

In this time, there was a balance of feminine and masculine; both aspects were valued for their unique contribution to the whole. Men and women found harmony between creation and destruction, understanding that both powers were necessary for the preservation and perpetuation of the community. In this time, the Earth experienced this balance as well; she provided clean air, clean water, and an abundance of food sources as a matter of course.

But somewhere, somehow, the tapestry began to unravel. Torn and slashed by the unrelenting march of patriarchy and misogyny, the circle began to die. The feminine archetype – once sacred – was defiled and criminalized; the heritage of womanhood was shamed, dismembered, and buried.

And since then, since that once upon a time, there has been a systematic forgetting; a brainwashing so subtle that most of us weren’t even aware that it was happening. So fractured and so intentionally hidden for so long, we women don’t even know what we don’t know.

And now, bereft of the model of the sacred feminine with which to identify, girls emulate princesses and pop stars. Bombarded by a looks-obsessed culture, girls are hypersexualized and robbed of their self-acceptance by the time they are in elementary school. Taught that their self-worth is based strictly on how thin and pretty they are, our daughters wage an unwinnable war upon themselves and each other — losing their identity, hiding their unique gifts, and fracturing their psyche in the process.

Robbed of the value of the whole mother in our culture, women are now divorced from their natural instincts. Conditioned to distrust, deny, and fear the very essence of our bodies, we consign birth to a male medical manager who tells us when, where, and how we will birth. Programmed to deny the very function of our breasts, we buy into the ridiculous notion that breastfeeding is disgusting and shameful – even going so far as to allow nursing our babies in public to become a criminal act. With the constant onslaught of media propaganda, we have been brainwashed into believing that unless our bodies are the object of male sexual attention and approval, we are without value.

Bereft of the reverence of the wise woman, the menopausal and post-menopausal woman in our culture is now disposable. No longer vital role-models, mentors, and wisdom-keepers for the younger generations, the grandmother and great-grandmother are rejected by a society obsessed with youth and sex. Discarded into “senior living” condos and nursing homes, their wisdom and perspective are lost to the generations who need it most.

Bereft of a circle of sisterhood, we lose the ability to listen to our intuition, to value our female-ness, and to truly see ourselves. Instead of relying on other women for strength and support, we compete with each other to reach an impossible goal of perfection in motherhood, career, and appearance. Buying into the illusion that our menstrual cycles – the very means by which new life is given – are a curse rather than a birthright, we have forfeit our prerogative to slow down once a month and nurture ourselves and each other.

This is our real-life, right now. And I’m here to tell you something:

It’s. All. A. Lie.

Ask yourself, Do the images of women I see everyday resonate with me? Do I accept, on a fundamental level, the illusions being passed as truth in our culture? Do I want to perpetuate this illusion, for myself and for my daughter/sister? Is this imbalance of female/male energies healthy for my son/husband?

What IS my reality?

What would our world look like if there were a rebirth of reverence for women, in all stages of life? How would we see ourselves if we were to revive the sacred feminine archetype?

I am passionate about finding the answers to those questions. And I want you to explore with me.

The time has come. For remembering our heritage, and changing paradigms, and challenging the status quo. The time has come for picking up those long-forgotten threads, Sisters. The time has come for rebuilding the circle, and reclaiming our wild wisdom.


 


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Ritu Singh
01/11/2014 7:36am

Love this Amy! So looking forward to reading your blogs!

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01/14/2014 5:13pm

Phenomenal and beautifully said. xoxoxox

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01/03/2016 10:44am

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