The inside of a woman’s body is magnificent. Emotions flow like water colours, creating a constantly changing landscape, influenced by feelings which boom and vibe like thunder, mixing sensations like a brush in paint.
Our bodies are homes to chakras, magnetic rainbows shining from our spines, energy centres that open and close like wild flowers, mirroring our insides.
Our spirits beam like lighthouses, drawing near what we desire. We are the Big Bang, made of stardust, human beings created to create. We are Mother Nature, governed by the moon, charged by sunlight, cyclical in nature. Our bodies mimic the seasons, experiencing spring, summer, fall and winter each month, allowing us to shed what’s dying and hit a cosmic refresh.
We have the super powers of empathy and insight, able to feel feelings and forecast the needs of others. Our skin knows, often reacting with goose bumps to signal a good idea, sending shivers up our backs, making our hearts leap inside our chests. Our vaginas know, signaling another heart beat, thumping with pleasure to enforce our intuition. Our bodies can take on and carry the burdens of others, our thoughts are often not our own.
We are the diviners, the mystics, the seers and the magic makers. We are the Granddaughters of the witches they did not burn. We are here to change the World, and to do this we must remember. We must slow down and explore inside. We must remember how women work, must remember how to flow. We must learn self-love first, accepting and adoring the skin that we are in. We must ground ourselves in nature, rooting deep into our values, connecting subconsciously and subterranean to our pussy posses.
We are telepathic. The internet is a hive brain. We must use the powers and templates already created to reform and reshape, to infuse our lives with intuition and moxy.
Every woman has these talents.
Every woman is a healer.
When we make our bodies flexible and strong we can accept the light and the heavy.
When we slow down and pay attention we see that we are art.
Our insides are masterpieces, always changing, reinventing. Love and kindness are powerful tools, and forgiveness is the ultimate pain reliever.
Every woman is a miracle worker, our thoughts work like conductors and our words travel like whispered spells. Every woman is a temple, a sacred space, a dwelling for the divine.
Abracadabra, and so it is, amen.
About this #HigherSelfie contributor: Kate Fagervik is the founder and curator of www.livewithmoxy.com. She’s a wife, a writer, an artist, a teacher and a mystic. Mrs. Fagervik is the girl boss of the Pussy Posse, the feminist gang that lives with moxy; Mother Nature is her homegirl.