Often, when we enter into this work of self-awareness, of unraveling our internalized misogyny and patriarchal training, of stepping into our power and voice and being, we feel lonely and in a place of seeking our people. This loneliness is part of our culture, it is part of how we are trained to be quiet and docile, to hide who we are, to not speak out and up, to be small and unseen and unheard.
Because if we aren’t speaking, if we only wear a mask, no one can see or hear us.
This training is by design. The system knows that if we were to find each other, to link arms, to band together, that we would fight and we would win. With the support of our sisters and brothers we can tear this all down and create change. With our kindreds will know what it is to be loved and supported and know what it is to love and support others without expectations or conditions.
And.
It can be terrifying to speak up. To be seen. To be heard. Because when we are, we open ourselves up to criticism.
And make no mistake, there will always be people ready to jump in and criticize. To try to push us back down. To silence us. To keep us small.
And.
We will only find our people, our kindred flames, if we allow our own spark to shine. If we allow that glow to push through so we can be seen and found and known.
We will only form a choir of roars if each one of us opens our own throats and let our own voices be heard. Because silence is deafening and isolating and without the siren call our people won’t know where to look, to find us.
We will only know what it is to be loved and accepted for who we are if we show who we are to the world. If we only wear our masks, we cannot be seen or loved, only our facade will be. How can we expect someone to love who we are, at our core, if we refuse to show her to them?
This work of stepping into our power can be terrifying. There is so much that can be lost. And there is also so much to gain.
I invite to you take the risk. To take that first step. To set that boundary and hold it. To speak your Truth and stand behind. To be you, unapologeticly and wholly, you.
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