Use Your Voice

Who made you feel that it was unsafe to use your voice? What happened to you that made you realise it was safer to shut up and play dumb than it was to speak your truth?

This goes deep. Even now before I hit send on something I know will make some people uncomfortable I feel a wave of fear. Of women turning on me, badmouthing me, punishing me with their words. It's trauma held in our bodies from lifetimes ago.

We need to remember that we are safe. Any vows of silence you have made in a past life you can relinquish now. Say it aloud. "I end any vows of silence I have made in any other life. It is safe for me to use my voice."

Your unique, precious voice is like a muscle. Once you start using it, it will become easier and easier to say what you are thinking and feeling. And you will be surprised about who was waiting for you to do just that and make them feel they can use their voice, too.

Women, we need to give up this idea we have to agree on everything. You can disagree with a woman without writing her off completely. This is how we allow ourselves to come into our complex, beautiful natures. It is a very clever trap that we have fallen into that keeps us separate and powerless.

How can you use your voice today?

Shadow work during covid-19

This situation is so challenging, especially if you have trauma and think you have done such a good job healing it. Isolation isn’t allowing us to mask our problems with busyness and now we are faced with our own reflection 24/7, and a lot of us can’t stand it, me included.

For me this isolation has brought up for me the huge victim mindset I have carried around with me to cope with the brittle, empty feeling I carry inside from trauma. To convince myself that because things happened TO me I wasn’t involved and don’t need to examine my darker side. Why do I feel abandoned and like people can live without me? Why is feeling invisible so uncomfortable to me? Why am I finding my own negative emotions unbearable? This is actually nothing to do with the situation we are in, this is ME.

Forced into shadow rehab. To live in a wounded feminine place is to live a half-life of excuses and blame, envy, criticism. We have been lugging this crap around for at least one lifetime. I see a new vision of a woman who is empowered, connected to her purpose, who accepts her dark and light side, not a martyr or a victim, who co-creates, who shapes her own reality.

What have you been running from?

My womb- a poem

My womb

is a rosy temple

Cavernous

Warm

Shakti, the white tiger

Roams

The winding

Labyrinth.

She is no victim

She is the one

Who holds

Who binds.

She chooses

She engulfs

And she births

Like a cosmic ocean

Of possibility

From which souls

Emerge

Lost

Or whole.