The greek etymology of the word ‘sin' is to ‘miss the mark’ and indeed she did.
She missed all the marks the church and patriarchal society placed on what it meant to be an a woman in her full glory.
Magdalene was fierce, she was wild power, a true heretic and embodiment of passionate feminine power that will not be controlled nor owned.
If you’ve ever felt that you were ‘too much’, you’ve felt her essence.
This is her wild dance within you.
Beckoning you to lean into your edges, to defy the norm, to awaken into ecstasy and surrender to your own deep, unbridled and wild love.
She dares us to challenge anything and everything which isn’t rooted in love and authenticity.
Through each one of us, the essence of her courage lives on.
Where could you challenge yourself and dare to lean in to an edge?
Where have you been judged or judged yourself for being too much?
May we each find within, the inner marriage needed to embody true, sustainable, gentle and fierce power.
Blessed Magdalene Feast beauties.
Apprentice yourself to your Self
We cannot reveal our wholeness until
we've embraced what we have hidden
The gap between who we are and who we present ourselves to be, is where our most challenging, but rewarding, work is.
Doing the work of healing does not always have to be excruciating.
It too can be joyful when we approach it with openness and curiosity before it rushes us, as an emergency of the soul.
Grief allows us to reconcile with all the ways in which we have abandoned ourselves.
It grants us a deeper resiliency, strength and intimacy in our daily lives.
We are so much stronger than we know, we are so much more resilient and adaptable than we can imagine, and it is time for us to actualize this potential.
There is a seed of freedom that has been with us since the first Mother.
Every generation passes this seed onto the next, imprinting it with its own beauty and
resiliency, and layering it with its own repressed pain.
It’s this seed that beckons us to get up and try again.
This seed pulses when we feel the touch of love,
when we look into babies' eyes or a wise old being.
It graces us with a ‘second wind’ over and over again.
Its an inexplicable, forgotten knowing of a majestic belonging and innocence we seem to seek and never find.
This seed needs the tears of our experiential forgiveness,
the atonement of our suppressed lineage pain, and the acknowledgement of our collective humbling grief.
This seed holds a deep radiant song that grants us hearing the more we lean in.
The deeper we listen,
the gentler we walk,
the softer we breathe,
the more we can open and be saturated by its guiding song.
This seed is the end,
and within its womb,
it is also nurturing a wondrous beginning.
Don’t give up on this divine seed of radiant freedom, for it will never give up on you.