Footwork

Maiden, Mother, Crone

The idea that the passages of womanhood unfold not once in a lifetime, but cycle thirteen times every revolution around the sun, has been taking root within me. In truth, a siren's song calling out, waiting to be noticed over the cacophony of constant information, responsibility, tasks, and passions.

Can my existence be more peaceful, fluid and flowing, by leaning into the strengths of each persona as she demands her moment to examine and inform the unfolding creation of life within, around, and through me, repeatedly through the spirals of time? Rather than seek a false equilibrium, a constant integrated self to present to the world, what if I align the outpouring of my energy, activity, and rest with the co-inherent rhythm of each undeniable expression of womanhood?