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Why We Need Divine Feminine Leadership Like Never Before

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Self

Have you ever wondered why women have been kept out of board rooms? Or why we have seen very few female world leaders? Why is our advanced world still holding back power from the beings that birthed us?

Divine feminine energy has long been oppressed and possessed by those who would like to own this power for themselves. This imbalance has caused disease, famine and war. Fueled by greed these people and structures have used fear to rule the planet. There is a better way, we only have to look to a not-so-distant past where indigenous people honored the divine feminine within, and all around them. Our ancestors survived for thousands of years on systems built with divine feminine and divine masculine balance in leadership.

We must wake up to our true power and lead from within, not only for our own desires to be realized, but for the world to continue.

"The Future has an Ancient Heart" - Carlo Levi

My own experience has taught me that my most valuable gift to the world was not something that I learned in school. It was an innate knowing. For the last several years I've dedicated myself to exploring what has long been hidden knowledge. This discovery always brings me back to the same place within myself. The Goddess. The Goddess is the embodiment of the Divine Feminine. It's a universal energy seen not only in humans but in all life forms. Every human has an internal goddess to explore. For women, this is even more important because we have the power to bring life, to create, and to hold space for alchemy. It is our job to awaken the sleeping goddess. We must wake up to our true power and lead from within, not only for our own desires to be realized, but for the world to continue. As we progress, it is necessary to evolve to sustain evolution.

My own experience has taught me that my most valuable gift to the world was not something that I learned in school. It was an innate knowing.

It is 2020, and we have a choice. We all can choose to be free to express in new, productive, and healthy ways. We can work together, and we can respect each other's gifts. We can create new realities based on love and not fear. But, this requires a generation of women who are aware of this precious inheritance. For far too long, we have allowed others to define who we are, and let them dictate our limitations. There is no such thing as a glass ceiling. The goddess understands that she is the creatrix, she holds the power to be her truest self. This authenticity allows her to be her own hero. Goddesses don't apologize for being "too much." A Goddess lets go of old systems that never supported her growth. She realizes that she is the future. She is the one she's been waiting for. A Goddess chooses to celebrate her own existence. What she focuses on has the power to grow into abundance and wholeness.

So, what do you want to create? What do you want to see this world turn into? We have the power to envision and experience new horizons. We have the power to create new systems built on peace, justice, and symbiotically organic economies. What will the next 50, or 100 years look like? Whatever we can imagine can happen, so we might as well shoot for the stars.

A Goddess lets go of old systems that never supported her growth. She realizes that she is the future. She is the one she's been waiting for.

Goddesses occupy their rightful space. You are here. I am here. We are here. There is no coincidence that we are here at this pivotal time in our world's history. My goal is to encourage this generation and the next to dream big, to honor their gifts, and to live with their hearts on fire. The choice is ours. Awaken Goddesses. ;)

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Lifestyle

Please Don't Tell Me to Put on a Mud Mask

It's Week 21 here, and I am still here — sitting in my corner bedroom, typing away at a makeshift desk. And my children are here, too. Nope, they haven't gone anywhere. Can't you hear that howling in the background as I smile into the webcam and conduct our meeting, pretending everything is ok, and that I have smoothly embraced my new normal?

That howling, the wailing, the laughing, the shouting, the screaming — that's the soundtrack of the life of a working mother, now available for all of you to download and hear.

Over 21 weeks of a pandemic, I have heard, read, and received a lot of thoughtful, considerate, and practical advice on how I can put myself first, take better care of myself, and really focus on self-care — really focus on me. And how I can continue to be resilient, persevere, and come out stronger on the other side of this when we find our next chapter... our new, new normal.

Thank you for all the advice you have for working mothers. But here's how we really feel.

Please don't tell me to relax, chill out, or just to destress; I am parenting in a pandemic.

Please don't send me any more inspirational quotes: "Keep calm and carry on," "This too shall pass," and "Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass. It's about learning how to dance in the rain." Because unless any of those "inspirational quote people" have raised children during a pandemic, I don't want to hear their sage advice right now.

Please don't tell me that if I went into my closet and maybe put on one of my dresses, I would feel better. Last time I followed that advice, I snagged and stained my dress chasing around my 5-year-old who refused to get out of her pajamas. Maybe it was wrestling her to the floor that caused the snag. We'll never know.

Please don't tell me to meditate or send me any links for meditation apps. Because I am so sleep deprived I will just pass out as soon as I close my eyes… and, I have no space for any more apps on my phone.

Please don't tell me that maybe it's time to wash my hair, to watch a Youtube video and master the perfect 10-minute blowout, and to put on some makeup. Because there's a banging on the bathroom door and one of the kids is screaming, they have to poop right now.

I don't want or need any more self-care tips.

Please don't tell me to run outside and get some fresh air. I would rather hide in the closet for a few minutes and breath in the stale air. If I go outside, the kids will follow me, after all.

Please don't send me another list of Netflix shows to put in my queue to watch to unwind. I still haven't started the other ten shows you recommended. I am still on Season 1 Episode 2 of The Crown… and I think one of my kids just woke up screaming.

Please don't tell me to relax, chill out, or just to destress; I am parenting in a pandemic. Relax, chill out, and destress are no longer part of the working parents' vocabulary.

Please don't tell me to take some time off, recharge and rest, or sleep and regroup. I am happy to do that so long as you can show up to watch my kids while I sleep for two uninterrupted days straight. (If humanly possible, I may not even get up to use the bathroom.) Remember, school's not in session and there's no summer camp. So you will have to be the CEO, the Chief Entertainment Officer.

Please send pizza (one plain cheese and one pepperoni), chocolate of any kind, and cheddar & sour cream chips. And no, this isn't for the kids. This is all for me.

And please don't tell me to put on a mud mask, a sheet mask, a peel-off mask, or a charcoal mask — any type of mask. And definitely don't recommend a homemade banana face mask. We are running low on bananas and who keeps any honey in their cupboard? I can't ask my neighbors to borrow any, because it's a pandemic, and most of them have left the building anyway.

And so please, I don't want or need any more self-care tips. And I don't have any to give you, so please don't ask me either. Like most working parents, we just need our schools to re-open safely and quickly, so we can find a moment to pee in peace.

In the meantime, here's what you can do to help a working parent instead of dispensing what you might consider to be thoughtful, considerate, and practical advice. Please send pizza (one plain cheese and one pepperoni), chocolate of any kind, and cheddar & sour cream chips. And no, this isn't for the kids. This is all for me. It's for us.

Actually, never mind, please just send alcohol as soon as possible.

Preferably prosecco so I can make a mimosa, suck it down quickly, and collapse into bed. And then wait for my kids to come wake me up at 5:30 AM to start all over again.