warrior woman rising
A loving and wild relationship is sustained by two souls doing their own work in this wounded world, coming together to nourish the third entity that is their venerable relationship as if it were a fragile, innocent babe.
You are the medicine woman unleashing a banshee’s cry at the old men marching outside of the abortion clinic. You are the Maiden dancing a body-prayer for clean water, and you will not rest. Your wrath is holy, and you won’t stop howling.
Our captors never thought we would have the Maiden’s mettle to break free, but they underestimated the collective ire of caged women.
Here, in the realm of fallen angels, I am accepted into your warm arms as a freak and heathen, and you are permitted entry into the temple of my body as the Holy Shadow.
My father was amazing. Sometimes, he took up all of the space in the room with his laughter, his fiery soul, his protection and honor of women. So, when you are lucky enough to have experienced that, it is difficult not to feel anger at the general lapse of chivalry in society.