There is no point at which I say, “There, I am totally free. I am sovereign. Crown me Queen.” No, it’s more like, “I’m doing my best.”
This is what I thought is was to be sovereign, and yet, my whole body was in revolt, telling me otherwise. My words did not match my energetic frequency.
I let my boundaries be at first weak, and then non-existent, to keep the status quo and keep myself safe... I was supposedly becoming sovereign.
I did not know the depths of the ingrained patterns and how they were still shaping my choices and my life until I committed to being sovereign.
J.K. Rowling worked with archetypes in 'Harry Potter', and portrayed this concept of polarity in the relationship between the protagonist and his nemesis.
Give me one good reason why women can’t be priests in the Catholic order... Would she upstage the Queen and the robotic Sophia?
Don't stop to pack up your Sunday dress. There isn't time to worry over appearances. Dressed as a servant girl, you are still Queen.