March 8th: International Women’s Day
International Women’s Day summons up my inner warrioress:
- My voice gets stronger.
- I connect with ancestral pioneering spirits.
- My backbone lengthens.
- I stand taller, prouder, a defensive as much as offensive stance, perhaps….
- My heart hardens a bit too much.
- I consider women who have sacrificed, and those who still sacrifice.
- I think politically: Consider the first adverse action of the current administration in the severely Divided States of America as the Violence Against Women Act is killed.
- My head fills with memories of what it has meant to be a woman in my lifetime.
- Fear and anger rise as I consider what it will mean for my children and grandchildren….
International Women’s Day is a day of celebration.
It is a day meant to celebrate the women who inspire, who have made headway towards equality in so many areas, and it is decidedly a day of looking squarely in the face of what still needs to be addressed, perhaps now more than ever before in his and her-story.
I adore the collective consciousness as women gather globally to be heard, and recognized, and felt at a socio-political level. The uprising of energies when women gather is unique feminine power brought not by bombs and missiles, but of voices of reason. Change happens. And it happens most efficiently when there is synergy.
Women are finally ceasing to buy into the rhetoric of distrusting each other. I think it’s a fair estimation that women only learned to distrust other women, because the status quo feared what might happen if we ever got together and formed a powerful collective…. It would be unthinkable that women could actually handle affairs of the world…and women were capable of running things, well…then what becomes of the men? It’s only as men awaken to become fairmenists, that the feminine power uprising takes on a more solidified form. Those men are role models for their brothers, their sons, and perhaps most importantly, for the women and girls in their lives.
- I’ve known some pretty awesome men in my life.
- I’ve also been corralled as chattel.
- I’ve been raped more than once.
- I’ve know discrimination from the inside out; I have explored my hand in what to own of that mixture….
There are enormous strides to make, and what I know for sure is that, regardless of the political state, we must not backslide. And when our sisters are ignorant, meaning they do not know yet, how to do, be, and deserve better, we must not hate them. We must, in stead, love them with all we can muster, because they need to feel our support to help them feel safe enough to risk taking the steps to ownership of the self. OWN-her-Self.
It’s a challenge to send love to those who don’t act the way we think they should. It’s a challenge sometimes to even look at those with whom we disagree. And yet, imagine a world where we all respected one another enough to just listen, in spite of differences, without judgment. Maybe that will never be the case, yet that realization is not enough to squelch the dream of true harmony, globally. …yeah, I know it sounds the lyrics to a John Lennon tune, and I imagine I am not alone in my dream of global unity and acceptance of all. A girl can dream….
Of course I will wear red, make a statement, own my voice, utilize social media such as this blog space as my podium. And I will take 8 seconds of silence to honor those women who have died trying, and to celebrate those who continue to make ripples.
How will you celebrate International Women’s Day?
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