Ancestral Womanness
the women behind our eyes
Strangely enough, she knew her. When she looked in the mirror, she didn’t think she’d be recognizable. Yet, there she was. On the other side of fear. The eyes in the mirror her own layered upon the eyes of women who came before her. Layer upon layer of ancestral womanness. A little more fierce. A lot more herself than she’s use to.
Notes
Who do you see when you look in the mirror? In what ways do you invoke the power of the women who came before you? How might you honor them with the life you have?
Approach with caution:
I am a lot more me than you may be use to.
