© By Suzanne Maxx
Especially knowing today that if women ruled the world, and had the freedom of choice, war would be impossible.
We, as women, embody a creative nature and by nature the care and love of one another is organic. We nurture love to grow, within and throughout, the best we can in all. This is true where the Divine feminine can grow.
Last week’s “Ash Wednesday,” began a season, with the kind of tide I can appreciate rising. Unlike the sea level rising and the stresses on the ocean/atmosphere hurricane and cyclone season.
Thankfully, Ash Wednesday was not like 2020’s when I looked up from the music, singing in a choir, to end up in the ER with ashes in my eyes.
In 2022, when I began writing to fill the blank pages of a brand new gifted journal, it would become my #69 handwritten book, with a beautiful cover of a 3D color Owl. In the morning, I began to fill up the journal with not just my mind’s ideas, but also the spontaneity of inspired heart and soul of what became a great gift; I have come to appreciate the “present” as upon contemplation and reflection it calls forth the vision, to the future. This Wednesday was no exception.
I stretched out my body, held in the air, my limbs kissing the tree limbs holding my weight under the canopy of a great pine tree whose wispy green needles’ tent hid me entirely under its branches. Our eyes locked gazing into one another’s core essence for what felt like an eternity, I could feel Owl’s wisdom penetrating beyond gender, species, boundaries, and borders.
We both seemed to echo “Words of wisdom beyond sound or writing!”
The kind of silent reverence, equality respect, and curiosity exchanged, as I too was lying bowing underneath on trees bough, communing in the shared safety of nature’s grip away from the development of the world, at least for a few moments, the noise of the city was gone. In my mind, I answer Owl’s query of “WHO?”
“If not US, then Who? Who will defend nature, or at least find peaceful harmony?”
I hear beyond the whisper of words, the soundless syllables, and the owl’s wise plea.
True to the owl totem, the dark of the night is when the work gets done, not in daylight. Thus the miraculous encounter. The Owls eyes were wide open in the light, and willing to meet my eyes!
Even though now night, maybe somewhere in the world, it is still International Women’s Day. Or maybe Women’s Day is every day, for every species?
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