Woman ~ is a consciousness ~ a hue ~ a vibration ~ a sound ~ a language ~ a call into the unknown

I can feel that I have changed ~ morphing everyday as a Woman

a multiplicity of feeling and a body that convulses with breath

I feel less and less compelled to share on Social Media, grasping for meaning from nothing and trying to wrap words around an experience that is intangible and undefinable ~

Today I wear my armour ~ and I feel the ripples of grief just below the surface ~ and I love you ~ and I feel the heaviness of patriarchy ~

Today I am supple and undulating ~ and I feel deep unrelenting yearning to merge and belong ~ and I am fearful ~ and I am strong ~

Today I notice my body speaking in the softest whispers, seeking all the silent and gentle corners of the world ~ and I hold my self so separate to stay safe ~

Today I feel my skin soaked with dreams ~ and I remember midnight conversations ~ and I ruminate on death and birth ~

Today I think about choice ~ and tenderness ~ and fearlessness ~ and bravery ~ and joy ~

Today I think about sexuality ~ and history ~ and wholeness ~ and past lives ~

Today I watch the tulips darken in their dying ~ and I think about my mother and father ~ and their aging hands ~

Today I think about what makes a woman a woman ~ and how women survive and love everyday as if it’s nothing ~

Today I think about how ‘Woman’ is a vessel of time and timelessness sheltering the whole god damn thing ~ Woman ~ is a consciousness ~ a hue ~ a vibration ~ a sound ~ a language ~ a call into the unknown