“This reflection came from a quiet moment of remembering. It is for every woman who feels the stirrings of something ancient and true rising within her.”
There’s something stirring within me.
A soft, powerful current moving through the core of my being.
It’s not loud. Not chaotic. But it’s alive—deep, ancient, and wise.
What is femininity, truly?
It’s not just softness, nor is it submission.
It is the rhythm of life itself—nurturing, wild, intuitive, fierce, and creative.
The feminine is the Great Mother—forgotten by many, but still alive in the quiet knowing of our hearts.
For so long, women have been silenced.
The sacredness of creation reduced to roles, to rules, to survival.
Motherhood shaped by society’s expectations, not by the Creator’s intention.
But the truth never died—it only waited. Buried, but not broken. Silenced, but not gone.
And now, I ask…
What does it mean to create as a woman?
What will awaken in me when I bring forth life—
not just a child, but ideas, art, healing, nourishment, wisdom?
My body is not just a vessel.
It is a temple of divine intelligence.
My soul carries blueprints of harmony, of restoration.
I am a daughter, a mother, a wife—but also a living flame of remembrance,
a soul here to walk with purpose and presence.
And I wonder…
What is my role—not the one the world tells me,
but the one the Divine whispers when I am still?
It feels vast.
This urge to create, to contribute, to embody.
To help humanity—not by force, not by striving,
but by remembering who I am.
To walk gently, and yet powerfully, on this Earth.
To restore balance by being fully me.
I don’t need all the answers now.
But I trust that the path will unfold.
With every breath, I return to the Great Mother—
not outside, but within.
Thank you, Life, for the gift of this journey.
Thank you, Creator, for walking beside me.
Thank you, Great Mother, for calling me home to myself.
