The shell only needs to be strong until it’s ready to be cracked open. At that point, that which the shell contains must be stronger ~Namaste
As I look at how I definite myself- my femininity, my strength, my creativity – I have found that the idea of being a “strong” woman is vastly over rated.
In fact I think that attempting to fulfill this mandate, to show up as “strong” has caused more than a little bit of pain and suffering.
Being strong is not something you “try” to be. At least not the type of strength that life requires. Being strong is the space you occupy when you break free of the shell and decide to experience the vulnerability of the first breath.
And I realized something the other day. I’m not aiming to show up in the world as strong any more. At some point my desire to be strong – simply disappeared.
My aim is to show up as tender.
Show up as kind
Show up as love.
Show up as authentically me.
Or how about to just show up.
When I talk to women I can hear that longing in many voices. The tiredness. The frustration. The fear. The longing to experience life in a different way. To experience men in a different way. The longing to know herself and to open to the brilliance thats just aching to break free.
I hear you. I see you.
You are also ready to do something different.
That longing is the seed of your actualizing. Follow it.
Wherever it goes – let it move you, take you, have it’s way with you.
Give in to it with abandon… your heart will thank you.
Live. Love. Lush and Fearless,