SISTERHOOD DYNAMICS are riddled with ancient wounds.
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As you embrace them rather than deny/ignore them, the wound releases its own healing balm. 
Womxn, we are the vessels from where the medicine flows forth. 
Acknowledging and embracing these wounds that surface in our woman to woman relating allows its medicinal fragrance to saturate our pain. 
Until we can heal together, we cannot weave our medicine into the world and we will continue to believe we have to do it alone. 
Cheers to the rise and loud volume this sister wound is taking on because it is here, where we get to see our mirrored willingness and core truth to grounded sisterhood.

The MOTHER is the most powerful teacher and guide. 
She is the leader in her home and one of, if not, the most sacred role on the planet.
Through food, word and action, she weaves her wisdom and emotional state into the inner beings of the family. 

She raises the next generation who raises and teaches the next. 
When the mother doesn’t heal the wounding inherited from her own mother and experience, she passes it on to her child.
When a mother remembers who she truly is, she epigenetically influences her children’s experience, clearing and flowering more possibility into their potential. 
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This is why it is said that the most POWERFUL CURSE and PRAYER is that of a mother. 
Consciously, we think we learn and teach by being told what to do or how to do it, but our superseding unconscious is programmed by behaviors and responses we see and experience. We begin our programming in the womb and it continues to be conditioned and layered up until our 21 years of age.
Blessed be our mamas doing the work so their children can experience more of their true essence and have easier access to their genius!

When acting and moving from our own center, a woman’s gestures and body become one. 
We come into full alignment with who we are and how we receive the world. 
A clear and trustworthy ‘knowing' emerges. 
This knowing of what and whom will support our evolution is informed and lived from the INSIDE OUT, rather than from the OUTSIDE IN.
In this way we move out into the world from a place of fullness and overflow, not from a hunger that will confuse scraps for love.

I have loved in life 
and I have been loved. 
I have drunk the bowl of poison 
from the hands of love as nectar, 
and have been raised above life’s joy and sorrow.
My heart, aflame in love, 
set afire every heart that came in touch with it. 
My heart has been rent 
and joined again; 
My heart has been broken 
and again made whole; 
My heart has been wounded 
and healed again; 
A thousand deaths my heart has died, 
and thanks be to love, 
it lives yet.
I went through hell and saw there love’s raging fire, 
and I entered heaven illumined with the light of love. 
I wept in love 
and made all weep with me; 
I mourned in love 
and pierced the hearts of men; 
And when my fiery glance fell on the rocks, 
the rocks burst forth as volcanoes. 
The whole world sank in the flood 
caused by my one tear; 
With my deep sigh the earth trembled, 
and when I cried aloud the name of my beloved, 
I shook the throne of God in heaven.
I bowed my head low in humility, 
and on my knees I begged of love, 
“Disclose to me, I pray thee, O love, thy secret.” 
She took me gently by my arms and lifted me above the earth, 
and spoke softly in my ear, 
“My dear one, 
thou thyself art love, art lover, and thyself art the beloved 
whom thou hast adored.” 
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Written by Hazrat Inayat Khan